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I know how this person feels. They probably have worse insomnia than me, but last month I went almost a week w/out sleeping. I notice that when I don't sleep my journal (offline) entries are so messed up... Well last night I actually slept, I had a dream that might inspire a story...

[Missing PostSecret Postcard]

Tomorrow is my last exam. Aw I just sneezed and my kitten Egypt came to my aid! Ah! He's so adorable. Anyway, I'm not really worried about it. This is my last chance to see the people (old friends) I've been avoiding since mid grade 9. Will I take it? No. Because I'll remember the reasons I've stayed away. They were shallow and I hated them. I'm a terrible person...

Yay! Summer begins tomorrow at around 10:30. My exam begins at 8:30. I'll probably be done before the hour, but I also have to take the bus home. So I should be home at 10:30ish. I love summer. Not so much the hot weather. Forgot what I was going to write...

I've been waking up in the morning and feeling like crap. More than usual. I'd have an unconfortable night sleep, wake up several times. The last time I would fall asleep, I would have a weird but interesting dream. Then I'd wake up feeling like crap mentally and emotionally.

This morning I woke up and found this:


{It was a PostSecret about eating what's inside of those little silica pouches}

Every Sunday, I make sure I check out PostSecret. Unless I'm somewhere else, then I try for Monday. This week, this one caught my eye. I don't know if I feel the same. I do hope that person doesn't forget what they wrote on their postcard. Also I love the idea, w/ the ruby slippers.

I had an interesting dream last night/this morning. Somewhere towards the end, I got a phone call (the voice sounded strangely like my tech teacher). He said that I was going to be put into an institution for teens, since I was apparently clinically depressed. Which is wierd, because I seemed happy in the dream. Except at one point when this guy w/ special powers was attacking me and 'kept trying to freeze my arms and legs. He was hot though, he didn't seem to want to hurt me, it was like he had a job to do. Anyway, he (my teacher) named a institution, but said my mom could pick another. But I had to go.

Then I was there, and put into a group w/ four guys who were all part of a band. We were in a padded cell room, and they were performing for me as sort of a welcoming party. Aw. I don't think we were in the cell because we were crazy, but so no one outside could hear and be bothered.

Then we were in the cafeteria. Two things I remember vividly: the guitarist, and how he walked away to do something. He was really tall, had a blue beanie/touque/whatever, and bright shaggy blue hair. And I remember what I got: some kind of rice/noodle dish, chicken, and wierd goopey stuff. I skipped the spring rolls and the ham for some reason. I looked at them for a minute as if I were remembering something, then shook my head and walked away.

Well, today is Easter Sunday. My sister and grama will be coming over. I know my grama will have something to complain about. Aw my cats look so cute on the knew couch set. They looked great on the old one, because the old ones was a dark colour, so they contrasted. I think they are more comfy on this set.