Thursday, July 21, 2005
Had terrible dreams last night about being in a really dirty house, my sister being mean, and John was there as a little boy and when I went over to lay next to him and cuddle he stuck his tongue in my ear. When I went back to my house(not my current house, but the house in Albany I lived in when I went to High School) some tough kids were harassing me and John's bike was left in the rain. I woke up crying out and crying without tears, but the cats were off the bed so the night must of been rough.
