|Scary weight dream, and other stuff...
||[Jan. 8th, 2004|08:32 am]
I had the weirdest dream last night:
I was walking around Morgan Hill with all my friends one night, and we stopped at a comic book store to get something to eat. Some of my friends got comics, but I was hungry so I got some granola bars and shared them with everyone.
The woman at the counter then started insulting me, saying that the weight I was at was "hopeless", and that I would just get heavier and heavier if I kept eating like I was, until I was the fattest person in the world.
And then I yelled at her that I was an anorexic, and how dare she tell those things to me when it's so hard to eat anything at all. She asked if I wanted to fight her and I said no, but she came and punched me anyway. So I picked her up and dropped her on her head so that she was knocked out, and we left.
That dream scared to heck out of me, and I don't even know why. I woke up and couldn't get to sleep for a long time, because I was afraid I would have another dream like that. So I read...Harry Potter!
Today signals a week until my birthday. I'll be 17--yikes! But not as yikes! as 18, which I'll be next year.
I don't have any school until the 27th, which is good I guess.
Have a wonderful day everyone--if I can get over my dream, I may have one too.