geckogirl

guess what? i woke myself up screaming again. what the hell? this time, it was because the martian, that sometimes lands and invades my house (the one i grew up in again), wouldn't listen to me when i said "oh no! get back on your ship. i am NOT dealing with you right now". see, i was in the midst of cleaning out some sort of food service receptacle because it had a bunch of my hair in it. but that meant the line was backing up back in the store...

i guess this is why i dont usually remember my dreams. because they are not worth remembering. or maybe its all the good ones i forget because i haven't learned how to focus on the positive yet.