Last night I fell asleep with my laptop on top of my lap, my head propped up by two pillows, the lights glaring, and with my clothes on. In a lot of ways I think that is terrifically pathetic. I had two dreams last night that I remember in clear detail, and since I just woke up I want to write them down now. The things about dreams is that if they are not your own, it is hard to appreciate them.

Dream #1:

My family was having some sort of dinner party at my house. My Nana and Papa were over, along with my full immediate family and a few aunts and uncles. We were all discussing my future college plans, until my aunt cut me off and said, "Well how to you intend to do any of that while you're pregnant?" I looked down and saw that I was pregnant, about 6 months or so. Panic struck me. I said something along the lines of, "I'll just leave my baby here with my parents," but my mom interjected and said that I would have to be living here with them and taking care of it. Then I thought, " NO! Everyone at school, which was going to be QCC, was going to judge me. I didn't want to be "the pregnant girl." I thought about the rest of my future and started to cry. Then I remembered, "Wait! I can't be pregnant, I had my period last week!!" (sahhhry) But then, Michela appeared at the party and told me, so surely, that that happens sometimes to pregnant people, and that I could still be pregnant. Then I was thinking about being a single mother, because there wasn't a father to the baby, and then I woke up, very abruptly and confused. Because the concept of teen pregnancy is very realistic compared to some dreams that I have. Like my second dream ..

Dream #2

This one is a long one, and I can't remember everything. I had just moved into a new house, and my setting up my new room, which was awesome. It was lime green and hard these old dark hard wood floors and posters all over the room with checker-board designs in all sorts of colors. And I had a closet which had white boards for walls and a built in desk where I could do my homework. I was so excited, so I called Kathryn, but she was in D.C. She thought that I had moved to Maine, so she was really sad, but really I had moved into the Red Barn neighborhood in Holden. My house was really nice. I invited all of my friends over to see it and it looked like an episode of MTV cribs. Until we kept continuing through the house and it got weird. It looked like a really cluttered furniture store where all sorts of rooms were set up but there were no walls. There was an ENORMOUS television set that was playing this weird Cowboy and Indian movie. Then everything started to get really dusty, like all of the furniture. People were starting to get unimpressed, so I wanted to show them my room, but there was an interruption on the television, with this warning about this type of moth that kills people when they touch them.  Everyone was panicking until Zach Kent shouted out, "I know the ingredients we need to get to create the bug repellent to keep them away!"

There was a limited supply of the ingredients, so only so many people could live. There was a group of like seven of us, who went outside my new house and were going to survive the plague of the dangerous deadly moth. Everyone else disappeared to their own houses and I didn't know whether or not they would live. I felt scared. I remember thinking, why can't we just go hide in my new closet, the walls don't have windows, they are made up of white board, and Zach said that the moths would look for us in there and if we stayed outside with our repellent then we would have a better chance. So he concocted the repellent, but it was in the grass. It formed a huge puddle as if the sprinkler was left on over night and the hose water saturated the grass until it couldn't seep through to the roots. We had to roll around in it in order to completely cover ourselves. Every couple of minutes or so we would do this, and the moths would come in swarms and show no interest in us. A few of them died, but after like 3 minutes it was all over anyways. We dipped in the last of the repellent, and continued up the road to search for survivors. We ended up on my old street in Holden, Mark Bradford Drive, and were walking up from the block towards the end of the street and it was like a New York City setting. We made our way down to Parker's house, and he was having a Graduation party, completely unaffected by the moths.  Everyone who I showed my house to earlier that day was there, unharmed as well. I was wearing red lipstick all of a sudden and it turned into a swing dance party. We all danced for a while, then I woke up. Dreams are truly bizarre. 

It's now 11:30 and I am going to go downstairs and contemplate between eating breakfast or lunch. I think I am going to give my room a good clean today, the kind where I might even go through all my drawers and get rid of old clothing I never wear. We'll see though.