I’m one day short. Last night’s dream wasn’t that memorable. It was pretty lesbian. This Megan Fox-esque girl was rubbing against me. Awkward, but for some reason I was enjoying it. Hm.

The night before last night was a lot better. I wrote down a few keywords so I wouldn’t forget the snippets.

Eye. Sword. Living Faith.

There was this eye. It was in a rock or something. It was in a museum and there were a bunch of anime-like characters examining it. There was a lot drama. Everyone was friends, but everyone was enemies. People hooked up. People broke up.

There was this sword. But let me start over. I was in this house that vaguely looked like a house I visit at least once a month. It was a whore house or like an orphanage. It was kind of both. Girls were chained up and trying to escape. The owner finally was stabbed in the chest by a sword. Then, everyone flew to the nearest playground and there was a hobo and a big tree.

Living Faith is a singing group I was recently accepted into. I was swimming or dancing in the air and a Korean helped me up. It was nice.

Looking over this, my mind is crazy. My dreams are no longer rated G. I guess my dreams grew up with me. I love you, dreams.