Like a NEW

Day

I feel like I haven't been awake since Sunday morning and I somehow fast-forwarded from then to now.
Being sick seriously robs you of time.
You get to do nothing, but instead of a good nothing like relaxing, you get to suffer for a few days until your body decides it wants to participate in real life again.

Anyways, I've been dreaming a lot. And I don't know if all of these dreams ARE happening in the ten minutes before I wake up or my memory has suddenly become amazing, but I've been remembering like 3 or 4 from every night.

I used to hate dreaming because more often than not, my dreams would be nightmares.
Lately though... I'm not sure. They're kind of just crazy, and I'm not sure if it's a good crazy or not.

I do tend to dream a lot when I'm sick..

Dream #1 (last night):
Was with a mystery boy. We ran on the beach, feet splashing in the water holding hands.
Suddenly, we were running for our lives.. not sure from what though, but we became frantic. End.

Dream #2:
Was with a not so mystery boy in his car on the way to Barnes and Noble. I lean over to him to say something flirty and notice he's wearing pink eyeshadow, look away, look again, he's still wearing it. See a professional football player (not sure who, just know he was a pro) in the car next to us and they bump us, but for some reason it's okay. We make it to B&N, and I go to hold not so mystery boy's hand and it's a different boy.. End.

Dream #3:
On a picnic blanket in some pretty little meadow by the sea. It's nice and sunshiny and I have an egg salad sandwich. I just relax and breath. End.


I liked Dream #3 the best.
See? I feel like I dream a whole bunch of nonsense that tells me nothing, which is why I'd rather not dream at all.

I'm still slightly feverish, not sure if any of this made sense.
Oh yeah speaking of feverishness and stuff, when I woke up today I had a million bug bites on my back and chest... scary :{
Seems like something has been in my bed with me these past two days.
UGHH gross.