I’m up on time again. Whoot! I wanna go back to sleep right now.

I was in my basement, looking through my dad’s books. I came across some movies too, like An American Tail. Then I found a poster. For a Lord of the Rings movie made in the 80’s. I got soopa excited, cause 80’s always means goodness, and wanted to go to get it. I asked my mom to take me to Blockbuster to get it, but she said she was going to take me to K*Mart instead. I was up in my room looking for something on my bookshelf, and then she got pissed at me for not going to the car on time. Driving there she was really angry with me, and strange stuff kept happening. We got to K*Mart, and it just kept getting stranger. Plastik toys coming to life and things. It was like someone was filming a movie and I was the main character but no one was telling me the script or where the cameras were. There’s something standing out in my mind, but I can’t remember exactly what it was, exactly what was going on.

I woke up and looked at my clock. My cat was still sleeping in my bed. That surprised me, cause she went to sleep with me, and was still with me. She usually gets up and runs away during the nite. I checked to make sure she wasn’t dead or something. She mewed at me. I went back to sleep. So did she.

I dreamed about two lankster punks. They were cuddling eachother and talking to me about their love. one of them had a mohawk. Tight pants that went into boots. I was telling them I had love too. They mocked me and asked me who it was with. I got embarrassed. Told them I couldn’t say. Tried to explain the situation. Tried to explain that everything would work out in the end. And they were just sorta laughing at me the entire time. Made me feel like such a child. A stoopid child who doesn’t know anything. That’s a bad feeling.

I’m screwed, I’ve just realized I didn’t put my swim stuff in the dryer before I went to sleep. Crap.