June 23, 2002
strange swirl of dreams
Yesterday I was supposed to do so many things. Drive down to Tucson to visit my mom. Go to my new insurance company so that they could take pictures of my car. Go bar hopping with Punk Rock Mike. Get my laundry done. Wash my car.
Instead, upon discovering that I was out of Advil, I took two Tylenol PMs and slept for over twenty hours. I ended up having a series of rather strange dreams about a boy I�ve never met in real life, but was dating in each of the dreams. A boyfriend drowning in a lake, our last words to eachother having been in anger. That same boyfriend coming back to life and beating me up. The taste of blood in my mouth. Finding that same boy with another girl. Running.. the rest I can�t remember too vividly.
1:29 p.m.