11/3/05

Last night I dreamed about the Used again. I don’t know why, I didn’t think about them or anything. Just a random dream or something I guess. But I dreamed that these crazy rioting violent kids were trying to destroy my grandparents house, and I was there trying to hide. These people were out for blood, that was apparent. I was on this tall metal stairway at the back of the building, which was full of kids and then The Used arrived. Bert came up the stairs, pushing his way through the group.  I was supposed to be meeting him as part of some contest that I won. Then we totally hit it off, and I found this note or something he’d written, telling Jeph how much he was intruiged by me. I guess he wasn’t expecting it and all and neither was I.

What a silly dream. I don’t know why I keep having dreams like that. I guess its cuz I know if we ever actually had a chance to hang out we’d totally hit it off. But its not meant to be, not in THIS lifetime. I wish I could go back to the days when I dreamt about Aidan every night, rather than having dreams all the time about a guy I’ll never have.

It’s so dumb.