I might try to get back into blogging. It will probably be mostly insignificant ramblings, but...meh.

I am a fan of dreams. When I dream, I have some pretty strange dreams. I love when I can remember details from my dreams because they are usually REALLY strange...

For example, these are a few details from my dream last night:

-My friends', Kayt and Dave, recently told me that they live in a pioneer house...this house (that I have never seen) was in my dream. I remember there being  a lot of rooms. I remember the kitchen sink was HUGE. There was a room with sparkly asbestos ceiling that had a massive leak. There was a room that was set up with padded chapel benches set in scattered rows around a small, old television. I remember wanting to have the house...and then my dream changed into:

-A train station. There was an Asian man and his three children. Two children were little girls that I recognized (my next door neighbors' daughters). The third child was a little boy...but he looked like an armadillo. The train station was elevated above a mass of water...an ocean, I think...and it had tracks that were lined up like piers. The piers were close enough together to jump from one to the next without falling into the water below. I watched the Asian man and his children exit the train and he somehow became distracted by his oldest daughter. From where I was watching I could see the younger daughter playing on the tracked piers. Her father noticed and started to yell at her to get off the tracks. She started jumping from one to the next coming closer to where I was standing on the cement, but the gap from the last pier to where I was standing was larger, so she fell into the water. I jumped in and the water was thick, so I could not easily find her. I dove down and found an item of her clothing. Continuing downward I pulled her to the surface and she swam back to her father easily. I was leaving the water, when I watched the armadillo/son jump into the water, but he swam and jumped in and out of it like a dolphin. When he would come out of the water, I could see the thick, slimy, brown liquid slide from his shell.

And then I woke up. Weird, right? Feel free to interpret:)