Hey Mr. Sandman

I've been remembering a lot of my dreams lately. Unfortunately most of them are have been rather unpleasant dreams. Ok, fine, they were out right bad dreams. The dreams where you wake up and can't get back to sleep so you turn on the light and read for a bit until you feel your body begin to relax again.  It's stress-related. I get it. I wish they would go away but I doubt it.

But then there are the weird dreams. The really weird dreams. Like last night I had a dream that I bought a crappy house by the water and rebuilt it with the help of one of my cousins. It had truly random people in it. Also really random architecture which I may possibly blame on having re-watched The Nightmare Before Christmas the other night. Except that the architecture was bright pink. And we all know how much I love pink.

My last day off today. I think every weekend should be a four day weekend. Or at least a three day weekend.