Another Dream Blog, but More of a Scientific Angle.

I saw The Science of Sleep last night with Grant (who is my honorary little brother). It was so good. It's a French film (originally called La Science des Rêves) and they spoke French, English, and a little bit of Spanish. My three favorites. But they speak mostly English, so you don't have to read much of it. So that was good.

Anyway, it was fun, the film was. And really, really great. And it just felt good to watch it. I really liked it a whole bunch. It sort of reminded me of my life. I don't know why, but it did. It was just a wonderful film. You should go see it.

As a side note, last night I dreamt that I rented some movies with my cousin Blake...but somehow we went to the hockey arena instead...and I was really late for curfew...like five hours or so. And then I was with my mom back at my elementary school and we went and saw my kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Mitchell. And then suddenly Grace was there and we went to play kick ball with other kids our age on the playground. Then with the kids we were with, it was more like an EFY somehow. And there was this kid there who went to high school with a lot of my friends (I've only met him once or twice, but I see him on campus like everyday) and he was there, only he was having some sexuality issues...like, he wasn't sure if he were gay or not. And there was this other guy who was gay who was talking to that kid about homosexuality in my family's formal living room in my old house (how we got there, I don't know). And I asked them to go sit in the kitchen instead because my mom would freak out because they were so dirty from playing kick ball. And the gay one freaked out at me saying that I was nothing but a jerk from the beginning because I was bragging about taking Chemistry II (which I've never ever heard of). And then I said sorry and that I wasn't mad and then we hugged. And that's when I woke up.

I think my mind doesn't let me remember most of my dreams on purpose, because that crap is weird.