Dream Diary:
Monday Night

Now I dont know if why... But I dreamt that I was carrying something, then the scene switched to me writing my dream down and made me think that I actually wrote it down when I didnt. Damn it. Dont you hate when that happens?

It was one of those dreams that played like 10, 000, 000 things at once and it was just too much going on. Honestly, I felt out of place in it. And usually I wouldnt say something like that. How the hell did I feel out of place in my own world? I have no idea.

Wednesday Night

I woke up in this room. Really dark room. My dad was walking somewhere and wanted me to follow him... Why did my ass get up and follow him? I have no clue.

I walked along this dark path and I saw he was holding and sipping something. It was soup. I looked at hin and the soup. It was chinese wonton soup. I asked for some and he didnt want to share. "Jerk."

I kept walking behind him. It seemed now like we were walking in circles. I felt the spinning of the circle we were walking. I looked beside me and there was a kid holding and sipping something. It was the same soup. I looked for my dad in front of me and he was gone. I looked for the kid. He was now behind me. I asked him "Can I have some soup?"
He nodded, no.

(I woke up then with a hankering for soup... Sigh... Sometimes I really hate my dreams...)