I just allowed myself to get up out of bed. Yeah I meant to use those words. People don't believe me, I think, when I tell people how I just can't make myself get up when I'm having epic dreams. I will admitt that there is a choice in the matter but seriously- if I let myself wake up I'll never know what could have happened or if I'll ever get there again.

I woke up today from a dream that had me everywhere in the world. My eyes switched positions a few times so it's really hard to say all that happened to "me." Most of what I remember from my dream causually and pathetically reflect my current life situation- I met a guy, fell in love with him and he never knew I existed. Memories were brought up scattered through bizarre dialogue about Carbondale and things that I can't think of now but were there and maybe they only seemed like memories in my dream but never really meant anything to my conscious mind. I allowed the dream to end when I was about to be raped in an elevator. That rocked- but for the record: I got away and was possibly on my way to the arms of the boy who never really saw me but now I'll never know if the dream was meant for a happy ending. Oh well. There's always tomorrow night.