I had the worst nightmare I've ever had in my life last night. It was a late day today, school started at 9:20, so I didn't have to get up until 7:00, but I woke up at 6:00 and just laid in bed, first I cried and then I thought for a long time.
Finished my day, called Rachel and told her about my drugged up dream. What can I say? I can't explain why I'd smoke all that stuff and then let the boss from "24," rub heroin cream onto me, but that's just nightmares for you. So gross, it was worse but I can't tell the whole world so I'm cutting that off there.

I actually thought a lot about love today. It's a fairly modern idea, marrying for love, since people used to do it for money, connections, status, and conveniance. Love's the first thing you think of when you think of marriage, but it definitely wasn't always like that. I think it's interesting. I think about it, and to me, it's like this (Then goodnight, it's almost "Without a Trace," and I don't care what you say about Danny.):

My Dream: "I fall deeply in love with someone and spend the rest of my life passionately commited to my marriage, and everything is perfect and in place, we always know just what to say and do, like in the movies."
The Reality: "Okay... I can tolerate the weird jaw clicking noise when he eats cereal, and the snoring in his sleep. Hope he can put up with my bad driving and reluctance towards planning ahead. Let's spend the rest of our boring, ordinary lives together. Maybe we'll get a nice ficus for our Mission Style home."

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