So last night was a restless night, and I had major issues with trying to sleep. I couldn't do it no matter what I tried. It was horrid and all I could do was stare at the ceiling or at the TV screen while it was off hoping, praying that sleep would come. Tossing and turning, and finally resigned to no sleep I would pass out at unexpected times. On the living room floor, in the hallway, sitting on my kitchen counter while waiting for my food to cook. Each time it was a variation on the same dream.

I was wandering around a city with the same group of people. My friend Stephanie, Josh, my ex fiance, Shaunna, and . As conversations began and ended we would change to different stages of life, often reflecting what we were talking about. Such as sharing a childhood memory, you would look at the speaker and they would look like as I would imagine them at that age. Talking of the future, how I would imagine them looking in the future. Conversations ranged from the mundane to deep rooted convictions we may hold. The whole time we kept moving though, never satying put at all always moving, like we were running from something. Every once in a while you could feel the hair on the back of your neck rise and you would pick up the pace a bit. Finally with my last hour and a half of sleep my dream ended up with us just running and trying to leave the city, it was like a group decision to leave, but something didn't want us too. Needless to say I woke up as my ex was grabbed by something. ANd my day began.

Wierd dreams, I seem to be having them alot, does that mean something? Or is it just an instance of whoa lay off on something there bucko.