Hmm... I don't really go by what dreams tell us, because I figure it really is our subconscious just making imaginary scenarios out f conscious events. But even so, any time I remember a dream, I write it down, as well as the events that are happening, so maybe I can make sense of it all. Well, as for all the stress that is in my life at the moment, jsut waiting for me to let a crack happen in my wall so it can all flood out, I think my sunconscious was brining up the latest stress, (the biggest), and blowing it up out of proportion so that I can see that yes... I really am woprried about this.

Well, anyway... The basic gist of the dream was that I couldn't go home, and I really jsut didn't want to be there anymore. (Granted, the dream was really weird and out-of-proportion because it entailed my mom dying in a fire, my dad wanting to kill me, and me hiding out in Joe's house ebcause it was the only place of my friends that my dad didn't know where they lived. I was on foot, and it was either his place or Aim's being the only place i could go before he found me...And he knows where Aims lives.)

I figure that, with all the screaming, yelling, stress-related bad behavior that's been happening around here, I really jsut don't want to come home most of the time. The reason why I stay out so much is ebcause I really jsut don't want to be around. And I suppose that Joe's house was in there because well... *shrugs* I dunno. I always felt safe around Joe, and his house always felt like an extension of my house. Walk in, talk to the rents, fight with the sister, eat dinner, play pool, whatever... *shrugs* He wasn't there ebcause well... Lately there's been a lot of tension between us, and he's not exactly high on my list of reassuring people. But... his house, well... I've always felt safe and welcome there. Anyway... Enough.

I went out with Linds last night (Sorry Sb that you had to go home... Next time for sure!) to watch Sergio, Tom, Chris, and Erik play roller hockey. We got lsot a few times because we're both dumbasses. LoL But, we found the place before the game began, and they lost, 6-5, poor guys. Anyway, then they were all screaming at each other, but After the guys we didn't know left, we went back and talked to hte guys... Tom is slow in changing, so me and Linds had to turn around a few times, but even so we got a bit of an eyeful one time, LoL. No biggie. Sergio and Tom are wicked good players, and most of the time, I was watching Serg slam some guy or another intp the boards, then scuffle and get thrown in hte penalty box. *grin* Good boy. Poor chris didn't get to play much, but when he did, I could tell that he was decent. Not as good as some of the others, but defintiely better than me! LoL Not very hard, but... He was decent. Erik seemed to be a good palyer, but as we didn't figre out which one he was until the last 5 minutes, i don't ahve much to say. Sorry!

The bonfire idea was nice, but because some people don't bother calling others back (*cough* Joe and Jessie *cough*) we couldn't go. Let me tell you, I woulda preferred sitting around a nice hot bonfire than makng toe popsicles in Linds's little icebox. But, I had fun, and flirting with new guys is always fun, whereas I woulda jsut been flriting with untouchable guys at the bonfire... Still a fun thing. *grin* hehe Anyway... 'Nuff said. I'm off. Wllard is a good, an awesome movie... Now lemme go WATCH THE END!!!!!