Dreams...
So lately I have been remembering my dreams... a lot. Everyday I wake up, and I can give you a complete rundown of my crazy nighttime thoughts. I dream up teachers dancing dressed as Transformers, friends giving birth to lizards, and pet dinosaurs taking me around the world. Now, it's all fun and games until you beat a kitten.

That's right.

Two nights ago I dreamed that I was trying to beat a kitten to death. A KITTEN! What kind of a psychopath does that? I think I thought it was a rat but still...that's sick. Not even a full-grown cat either! A frickin BABY!

Anyway, when I was at Rose's Cafe last night (which by the way, is the happiest place on earth and if you disagree I will BATTLE you to the end!), I saw a dream article. So I started reading it thinking it would say I had some kind of built-up rage issues or some kind of a crazy revenge. But no. It said that all these studies that they did with REM brain activity, found that those with lots of dreams actually had brain damage!

Dang.

Now THAT will ruin your dinner. But it certainly explains a lot :)