1/9/05, my dorm room shower - Last night I had a dream that I was unable to find a reliable clock.
This wouldn't have been so bad if the next day weren't the first day of class. I even woke up, checked
the time on my phone, was satisfied that it read 7:42 AM instead of sometime past 8, went back to sleep,
and got back to asking everyone in my dream what time it was. How in the world did Cinderella sing,
"A dream is a wish your heart makes"? Most of my dreams haven't been something I'd wish for. A few
months ago I dreamed that I dreamed I was dead. As if thinking I was dead wasn't weird enough, I had to
wake up twice. Once, when I was a kid, I dreamed that I was in a graveyard with some guy who took his
head off. Except it was more like he took of a mask and there was nothing underneath. Creepy.
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