I do have dreams.
Not the 'I want to be president someday' kind. Wierd-ass, where did that come from and why are you telling me kind. Since I've always bugged my mother with them and she's not there in the AM for it now, guess what? I"m sharing via blog!
Last night I had a dream in which the pope was very corrupt, just like any other man. ONly he was required to sign everyones tax return. WE were like buds (so not even religious) so he signed mine right away so I could go do whatever. I think I was waiting for the bus with a stick bug. I also was friends with a guy who owned a dive bar (also not true) and everyone at the college hung out there while waiting for the pope to sign taxes and get on a bus. It was tiny, wooden sticky floors, one wall windows, few tall tables and bar stools. Some person with a baby resembling the Benjiman Button baby with it's nose clogged with green snot wanted me to remedy the situation. I looked at it (eww) and was like "you want me to suck it out?" I declined and recommended one of those rubber ball syringes they use at hospitals for just that. Snot sucking. (may have something to do with my current lingering cold)
Then I got to go into the back 'residential' part of the bar, which was a giant palatial palace with a bowling alley and art gallery. I said to the dude I knew there was more to this building. It had long corridors and secret passageways. And wooden doors with windows like in old detective movies.
So themes would be me in on secrets, (not usually the case) still waiting for some random bus everyone is taking to somewhere, snot, bugs, and there was a girl that I was friends with, a black girl and she and I kept crossign paths while preparing for this bus.
And a special thanks to Chloe for waking me up at 3:30AM to open a water bottle, after which I had trouble falling back asleep and wanted to cry at the idea of getting up at 7:anything AM.