Seriously, these strange vivid dreams are getting a bit tiring.
Last night, I had not one, but TWO creepy dreams about being stalked by this weird guy that I knew when I was younger. I woke up in a sweat (twice) panicking, until I realized that phew, they were just dreams.
Then I dreamed that I was worried about what to pack for a cruise to the Bahamas. Then the cruise got cancelled. But it was ok, because I got to go to Georgia instead.
Seriously, subconcious, Georgia?
I mean, I love Georgia and everything, but really, it’s the same as Tennessee, except a few more degrees to the South. I want to go somewhere where people will stare at me funny because my voice sounds like Dolly Parton/Scarlett O’Hara in slow-mo. Really.
I don’t know, maybe I’m huffing paint or snorting massive amounts of crack while sleeping or something.
On that note, Happy New Year everyone!