"it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live"

that's one of my favorite lines all time from the Harry Potter series (i am not a lame, i promise, get on it). it's Dumbledore telling Harry not to get too caught up in the Mirror of Erised, but this explanation is turning into a digression, so allow me to focus.

i usually have very vivid dreams, but lately more so, since i guess my life is kind of out of wack. now, they feature people i see rarely, left behind, and wish i could see more. or they're just freaky weird.

like, i dreamed there was a wildcat (a la talledega nights) in my house. and we thought we could take it out by hitting it on the head. that didn't work, so we called the police. and i remember so clearly the police coming, one gunshot. two gunshots. and it was dead, blood splatters and all. so i might stay away from the zoo for a while.

then i dreamed that i was on a road trip with some friends, and for some reason we stopped at an amalgamated insurance building (random, really). and a couple of my friends went in to set up a meeting, came and got us. so these business people allowed us to show them our resumes since, obviously post-grad, we're job searching (relevant, at the least). i didn't have one, so i even had to go on careernet to pull it up. i seem to be very productive.

etc, etc, it goes on, but what's the point. i love my dreams, like my sleep dreams. alternate realities and all that, i don't know what they mean, but here's to the beginning of documentation. word up though, to Dumbledore. live live.