I'm pretty sure I just had the angriest dream ever. Frustrating, anyway. I have a horrible headache.

Ugh.

I've been having a lot of weird dreams. Two nights ago, they were all kind of warm and fuzzy nice dreams (even if they didn't make any sense). Last night (and, consequentially, most of today) was mostly nightmares. My dad died in one, someone was trying to hurt Mark and I was trying to protect him in another, and the one I remember most is one in which, somehow, I was shot in the chest and died, I guess.

I mean, how often do you have dreams like that? When I was younger, I had your typical "falling dream," and I knew I was going to hit the ground, but everything always went to black and I knew I "died" -- but I never felt anything. I remember a dream when I was about 10, though, in which I was actually aware that I was dying, and I actually felt pain. Last night's dream was a lot like that -- like, I knew what happened to me, there was a sharp pain in my chest, I couldn't breathe anymore, and I actually thought to myself "oh, so this is what it's going to feel like to die by getting shot in the chest." Kind of sick.

Also, I smell like baby powder and I don't know why.

That's... pretty much it.

I had a messed up dream last night, where I got charged with a DUI while I was driving sober (which is how I always drive). The police had me take a breathalyzer test and I apparently blew .993%. To put that in perspective, when you reach 0.40%, you will be dead.
So I got really upset and tried to tell them that their equipment had to be faulty, absolutely, and that they should subject me to other sobriety tests if they really thought I'd been drinking. But they arrested me anyway. I kept waking up and freaking out thinking, "omfg am I in jail?"

It was weird.

Last night I dreamt about getting an airedale terrier with three legs, except he was mostly whitish instead of black and tan. He was really sweet. I bought him off e-Bay from some dude.

I also think I had a dream about flying through a really, really dark storm -- I was doing okay for a while, but then things got worse and I got tired and just started falling. Flying/falling dreams are cliché. I need new ones.

This week's PostSecret had three cards in a row that made me feel really weird, like PostSecret was reading my mind.

My 21st birthday is in 10 hours and 35 minutes. I will actually be 21 years old in 23 hours and 46 minutes.

NEAT.