So last night was a lot of fun - we received OUTLANDER in the mail a few days ago and had made some plans with some friends to watch it. We grabbed some fried chicken [alarmingly expensive at KFC, way cheaper but unavailable at Wal-mart], I made mashed potatoes and corn on the cob, and we settled down to watch the movie. It was a cool movie, by the way, I'd recommend it. Pretty awesome and a little scary. Great story, acting, and characters. *thumbs up*
I've had some trouble sleeping for a few days [AGAIN] so I went to bed at midnight and thought I'd be fine. I tossed and turned the majority of the night and woke up one time to find drool ALL OVER MY ARM. As in, soaked. I'll leave it up to you to figure out if it was me or Stu. :P Anyway, after being grossed out completely I tried to sleep and dreamed a very weird, freaky dream. It had a snake in it. A snake always = a bad thing in my family's dreams.
I dreamed that my family and I were at our old log cabin in TN [I've theorized that a lot of my dreams have me in that house b/c that is the place I've lived the longest and therefore have the most memory of] and we were having a party. People left and a storm began to kick up. Our stained glass windows [we didn't have those in real life] shattered and we knew a monster was coming. I grabbed a huge, kick-butt sword [it was awesome] and waited. Sure enough, a huge grey snake came slithering through the door. It headed for my mom, whose back was to the door. She was talking to someone and NO ONE ELSE NOTICED THE SNAKE. I tried to kill it w/out lopping off everyone else's head but I couldn't get in close enough until right before it was about to strike at my mom. I killed it and then called on a fairy to repair our house. My parents were really really upset that I was calling a fairy but I tried to tell them it wasn't bad - she did come and repair everything [with a wave of her wand] and then I prayed to God, thanking Him for her and for me being able to kill the snake and that our family was safe.
Weird, weird, weird. I think me killing the snake w/out my family noticing is my frustration when they don't listen to me. I have dreams like that a lot, where I see something that other people don't notice/don't care to do anything about. I feel like people don't listen to me, I guess. :P
So now I'm tired and a little freaked out, bored at work because I just finished the one project I've been drawing out for weeks.
Ah, well. C'est la vie.
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