dream on.

I haven't showered today. And honestly, I don't think I'll ever get around to it. It's just kind of a hassle, you know?
Eh. Not really. I'm just lazy.

Normally I don't remember my dreams. So it's weird to me that I've remembered almost every dream I've had this week.

In one of my dreams, Mom and Dad announced to my family that they were going to have another baby, a boy. Now maybe this doesn't seem like a huge deal to you. But it sort of is...see, my mom is 60. and I'm the youngest in my family and I'm 18. You can imagine the feelings of sorrow I had for this future younger brother of mine. So, being the emotional wreck that I am, I started crying. When asked why I was crying, I said that I really felt sorry for the little guy because "Mom and Dad are just so old." And all of my siblings told me that the real reason I was crying is because I wouldn't be the youngest and the favorite any more. Which is a fairly standard sort of response.

And when I told my brothers Reed and Wade about the dream, after I told them the part about my crying, Wade said, "Yeah right...you were crying because you weren't going to be the youngest anymore." So I told him that that's exactly what he said in my dream and that even in my subconscious he's an asshole.

In another dream I had, I went to visit my best buddy Matt in Idaho (that's where he goes to school). and in my dream he was dating our friend Rachael (who is engaged now, by the way). Anyway, when I saw Rachael I hugged her really tight like I normally would and kissed her on the cheek. Matt went absolutely ballistic and started screaming about how our friendship was now "so over." And then I explained myself and apologized, and we went into Matt's house...he slept in a bed in the garage for some reason and this kid Josh (whom we went to church with) was one of his roommates. Only by the time we got to Josh's room, Matt also had a bed in there, pushed right up next to Josh's...like they snuggle up every night or something.

It was pretty f-ed up.

Okay.
I'm done.