Bad dreams;

The last two night, I've had incredibly vivid nightmares. I'm not sure why. My days are somewhat pleasant and I rarely have to deal with anything nightmarish. Well then again, I do read. And watch movies. It is kind of funny how your mind twists little things into something so complicated and weird all while you're sleeping.

Well nightmare number one I think took place in Hawaii. But it was also in my back yard. My dreams tend to mush places together. Anyways, I was in the pool while my mother was doing yard work or something and my Aunt Boni and Demi were bringing us pancakes from Boots and Kimo's(best pancakes ever, by the way. Demi knows.) So in my dream, North Korea starts bombing us.(I'm pretty sure the bombing in Hawaii part came from seeing the Pearl Harbor Memorial.) So one lands right next to my mom. Her shoulders are engulfed in flames. I rush to her and successfully put out the fire. Why both of us are not dead from having a bomb land so close to us, I don't know. I believe the rest of the time before I woke up was spent searching for my Aunt Boni and Demi. Even though it was just a dream, I hated the feeling of not knowing whether they were alive or not. I felt incredibly relieved after waking up, as I usually do after a nightmare such as this one. But then again, I kind of wished I could of slept longer to see if I ever found them.

Nightmare number two took place during the times of the Holocaust. This one was especially horrible. It started with me in the eyes of a Jewish man who was coming into a concentration camp for the first time. After being shown around, the man was taken on to a boat and given a helmet. The soldiers used him as a target for shooting practice. I guess because of the helmets, the bullets didn't kill them but he did end up with holes in his head. His head and everyone else's there, excluding the soldiers, looked like swiss cheese. After getting used to life in the concentration camp, a soldier placed him in a march line. Knowing that his time for death was coming close, he decided to attempt an escape from the camp. And as my dreams tend to go, he was successful. He found a family that took him in their home but I guess he had daughter that he lost and wanted to find her. I don't know how but they ended up finding her and right before she entered the protection of they're home, some police came by and all of a sudden, she turned into a baby calf. So I guess it was a happy ending? I'm not sure.

Dreams and nightmares tend to be particularly confusing as you can tell from trying to explain mine. And I will leave you with my prayer. From age three to eight, I said this every night before going to bed.

Dear Jesus,
Please help me have only good dreams and no bad dreams.
Amen.

$%#*&!@;

My recently shampooed hair smells like candy.
I think it's hilarious when old people are smoking.
Scouting boys is fun. Talking to them, not so much.
I can make amazing smoothies. I've had three today!
I love watching free movies on On Demand.
Harry and the Potters was the first concert I went to.
If things went right, I would be seeing Death Cab tomorrow.
I think I'm turning into a Disney Channel geek.
I'm wearing the matching skort me, Demi, my mom and aunt bought.
I gotta go potty and I'm really tired but I feel the desperate need to write this.
Chlorine is the best smell ever.
I love reading the comics. (my favorite is Pearls Before Swine)
Lately, I've been finding it hard to sit down with a book.
When I lost my phone, I felt like a part of me was missing.(not even kidding)
I'm kind of hungry right now. A bread roll sounds good.
My bladder is about to burst.

A reality show for everyone!!!!;

So I was sitting in the waiting room of the doctors office, staring blankly at the television playing the "Suite Life" when a woman sat next to me. At first glance, I noticed she was very tall, thin, and had long hair. I began to think she would totally do well on America's Next Top Model when I noticed what she was wearing. A sweater, dresspants, and those sick Etnies tennishoes. I know I am not a fashion expert but you don't have to be one to know that dress pants and any kind of tennishoes, Etnies or not, do not go together. So then of course I thought she would benefit from being on What Not to Wear.

After evaluating this lady and actually watching some waiting room tv, a couple came in with two little kids. I think the mom was the sick one so she just sat in a corner looking miserable. Her husband had to deal with the kids. First thing after sitting down, one of the kids, a little girl, starts wining... loudly. The dad does try his best to shut her up but this kids is a brat. While Dad is talking, she actually covers his mouth with her hand! He just grabs her arm and she starts crying like he kicked a puppy. If she was my kid I would of taken her outside and swatted her! Naturally, I thought this family totally needed Nanny 911.

Later, while sitting in the car on the way home from the doctors office, I began to realize that every single person on this planet could be categorized into different reality shows. I told my mom this and she said, "You should make one of those quizzes on Facebook! You could call it Which Reality Show Do You Belong In!" Hahaha. (My mom hates those quizzes.)

So anyways. yeah.