The past couple of nights I've had some whack dreams. The night before I dreamed that I was shopping with my mom at Payless shoes, and she was getting me this fugly pair of white shoes with black flecks all over them, because they were only $5. I really wanted this pair of work boots that were kinda rubbery, but they were $20. My mom got them for me anyway and I felt guilty because I thought they were too expensive--but not expensive enough because they'd probably be cheap crap and fall apart.
And last night I had a dream that this town by where I live called Wrightwood had to be evacuated because it was going to explode, but no one knew when. Anyway, a day passed, and they decided to let people back in because they couldn't keep 'em out forever, even though they weren't sure that it wasn't still gonna explode.
Lyle's sister works at a ski shop up there, so in the dream she had to go back to work, but I was just sitting there waiting for her to come back because I didn't want the town to explode before she got back. But then, I still wanted it to explode once she was safe. I don't know why, but in my dreams I just have this love of chaos and pandamonium, as long as it isn't affecting me. It's weird.
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