My diary: an interactive project. Sort of.

6/13/11

This is probably going to be short, but I need to write about the dream I had last night. And some other things.

First, I haven't had time to check any comments or anything recently because a pipe burst or something under the floor in my room and I've had to deal with that, plus F5 is over every other day, which leaves me less alone time to write. Not that I mind having company. But I'm gonna do it today or tomorrow if I don't go into one of my moods where I just want to sleep and not move. Which might happen, cuz the depression is back and in full swing. But whatever.

My dream was actually pretty normal as far as dream go ( one of my other dreams was about a pool party in a bathtub at four in the morning. It was weird). It was also pretty short. In my dream I was sitting on my bed crying. That much makes sense because I was in a bad mood when I went to sleep so I fell asleep to sad music, which was probably not the best idea.

Then in my dream, S comes in and asks if I'm ok. She gives me a hug and says that she will always be there if I want to talk to her. Then my dream ended.

No wonder I woke up feeling vaguely confused. Once I remembered my dream, there were a few moments when I was positive it was real. But it must have been a dream, because it was after I went to sleep. It just seemed real.

I don't know if this is my brain telling me that I should talk to S, or if my brain just likes torturing me with dreams.

Anyway.

I don't know if anyone noticed, but I wrote an actual story. I don't know how well it turned out, but I would appreciate any criticism.

Thank you all!

Goodbye.