While sleeping though, I had a dream that I was getting attacked by two huge dogs while visiting my old place before moving down to the Bay Area. It was weird, because first thing I know, I'm riding my bike with a friend/aquantaince in the same block listening to Steely Dan music; next thing I know, I pass by a house full of cruel dogs, and they come after me and attack me. Before waking up, I noticed I tried to scream and yell for help, but I had lost my screaming voice at the time, but waking up out of the dream was a savior!
Just finished my first cup of tea. Now off to fold my clean laundry, then off to school. Laterz everyone. Quick hi out to CoRri and Te!
