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.