Lost blog and Dreams

So Blogger deleted one of my posts or actually it didn't get saved because I happen to be blogging during one of their maintence times. Dang.

I'm still sick. I had hoped to go to class today but a killer migraine from outer space made other plans for me, mostly sleep and pain.

So the other night Matt, Helen (either her name is Helen, or maybe I just think it's Helen) and I talked for like an hour and half in the hallway. Helen just moved from Reed to Hallett cause she wanted a single (and those doubles in Reed are tiny). Turn out Helen and I know eachother, she helped present our Sex program in Sewall last year. So we talked about sex for a while (Vernon was being a bitch and popping into the conversation just long enought to make allusions that I should jump Matt). We laughed about how I had taken the dildo from the sex program to try and get residents to come down by yelling sex and knocking on doors with it. I think it made Matt feel a little uncomfortable. *laughs* I am pretty comfortable talking about sex for being a virgin. We talked about music, turns out Matt is a big Sleater-Kinney fan. I told him he has to stop by and find the CD and I'll burn it for him. He wants to be a writer, Helen isn't sure what she wants to do.

I still have a crush on Matt but I am dealing.

Dreams....

So I had soem pretty odd dreams last night.

The first part I was in a virtual video game. Like imagine playing one of those RPG video games where you can fly and fight demons and crap, then imagine you're in it. It's still a video game but complete virtual reality. Sorta like the holodeck on Star Trek.

Made me think, there are already video game addicts. I'd hate to think if video games were like what I dreamed. That number would grow exponentially.

Second part of my dream was really shocking and sad. I was going to my Uncle Monte's funeral. It was really sad and distrubing.

The third part of my dream I was in the like in the 1890's. I know WTF. Ihave some weird dreams esp when I have migrianes. Anyway I was like in Victorian era dress (the only reason I was really able to pinpoint the 1890's was by my clothes and those around me...even in my dreams I am like a closet historian or something). So I was from a fairly well-to-do family, father died when I was like really young. I was the youngest, my sisters married to older rich men (not out of love). Mother was psycho to put it one way. Very Victorian, full of pride, egotistical and concerned with status. In my dream I fell in love with a mysterious man. Long dark hair, dark eyes, I would sneak out of mother's sware functions to introduce me to suitors to go meet him. We'd sneak off to the woods and laugh, makeout, talking...very not Victorian. Keeping company with a man below my stature and having relations with him. We tried to run off and get married at one point but the priest wouldn't do it knowing who I was and my mothers status. Mother of course was furious, and at one point tried to kill my Mr. mysterious. Told ya she was crazy. We ran off into the sunset.

Told ya I had weird dreams.

Oh and I was able to do my cover for the mix CD in color! They decided to print them in color this year. I will post it soon.