I slept horribly last night, and it was because of this dream: Dream 1: I dreamed that a comet or something had hit the Earth/America, and that a lot of people here had died. I lived, but it was dirt piled up everywhere. I was looking for people I knew that had lived, and calling people (somehow the cell towers were still up). Megan lived because she was on another continent, and mom lived because she was in a basement at the time. I had to find someplace for everyone that would survive the blast and still let us get out afterwards. I found a pharmacy that had a door, then I woke up. I went back to sleep and had Dream 2: It was seven days before the thing would hit us. I started buying up canned food and water bottles so that I’d have food. I went to tell everyone that I knew, and before I knew it, the seven days had passed. It was two days before Halloween, and I had to get everyone to the pharmacy. The lady wouldn’t let us behind the counter, and the blast hit and covered everyone in 20 feet of dirt. I woke up. I went back to sleep the have Dream 3: Seven days before two days before Halloween again. Well, buy the food and water again, convince everyone that I’m not crazy again, and go find somewhere else besides the pharmacy. An old shabby apartment building had also survived quite well, but the first few floors were buried in dirt, so I rents a crappy room on the 4th floor. We were all standing around on the balcony on the seventh day when we should have been inside. We watched it hit, and it blew a car up onto the balcony we were standing on, knocking off about half of us. Wake up, back to sleep, Dream 4: Food, water, apartment again. It was all getting to be quite tedious. Seven day before two days before Halloween, and I wasn’t even going to get to party in Atlanta, because all the roads would be gone. Grrr. This morning, I woke up. It’s now seven days before two days before Halloween. Maybe I should buy canned food and water and try to think up an excuse to have everyone here a week from now.
