Dreams though.

Dreams, can be magical unicorns.

Like that one time I had a dream that Chris Hemsworth rescued me in his Thor costume....and then we got married...and he forever wore his Thor costume in every day life and it was magiccccccccal.

Dreams, can also be horrifyingly real, and terrible.

Last night was the horrifyingly real and terrible kind of dream (x10).

This Saturday I'm volunteering to repel down a 20 storey building to help kids go to camp with The Easter Seals yaaaaaaaay helping children! I'm super excited about it...and I'm also super duper nervous....note I have done some training so I sort of know what I'm doing?

Thank you lovely policemen for helping me do stuff

SO last night I had so many dreams. All of which I was falling off buildings. Many different buildings...a Mcdonalds....Trump Tower....a shed? (Is a shed a building? Sure it is). When you have dreams that involve you falling...and you wake up....you get that weird sensation like you're still falling....its the worst. I jumped out of bed often last night. I'm mad tired. I want all the coffee's....but I don't really drink coffee that much so....I cannot wait until 5 so I can go home and sleep all evening and be woken up to eat pasta...and then continue to sleep YAY.

I better not fall down this 20 storey Saturday....dreams can't predict the future can they? Oh gawd.