I just made the mood control police kick down the door in here and change my cd selection from Bright Eyes to Tracy Chapman. (pats self on back for ratting self out). Anyone who ever lies and says what they listen to doesn't really affect their mood, is.....well, lying.

I'm just going to write about some dreams I've been having, because if it doesn't go here I'm going to forget them.

1. I was living in a swampy area of Mississippi. A boy was drowned, obviously by foul means, and I found him washed up, looking pretty scary and rough. For some (apparently important) reason, I didn't report it, I left him. The same happened to another small girl, and I found her washed up too. I once again didn't report it, but they were found by someone else and it became a big media circus. Somehow in there I became famous from the situation (I think by taking pictures at the crime scene? but see that's not something I would ever do in real life...). Anyway, while I was experiencing my recognition, the two children's ghosts came back to haunt me. I believe I was holding back some piece of information that I knew about their death. The whole dream was very creepy not only due to the nature of the children's deaths, but the fact that in the dream I was morally acting in ways that I probably wouldn't normally act.

2. I was on tour with Hey Mercedes. I think I was acting as their roadie, but Bob Nanna and I were going to be starting a band and were making plans for it while on tour. Ronny was also going to be in this band. In the scene from the dream we were eating at a waffle house late at night. Ronny was trying to convince Bob that it was more important to come up with a good band name and logo first, before worrying about the music. We finished our meal and all paid for it by using those nifty debit cards, which was a really important part of the dream for some reason (you realize how hard it is to portray the way some dreams play out cinematically, they just don't make sense). This dream made me really roadsick. I want to get back out touring. Oh yea, and we were traveling in a big 18 wheeler.

3. This one is long. In the dream, my best friend starts going out with a really rich, powerful man that looks sort of like Pierce Brosnan, and slightly like Seth Benson. I am pretty sure of the fact that he is abusing her, but she won't admit to it. Also, I'm pretty sure of the fact that he is evil and is trying to take over the world, but once again have no proof. One night I am walking home past his mansion and I look in the second story window to see my friend crying. She is looking into a little handheld mirror, and somehow her reflection has been projected into a huge wall sized mirror behind her. She is totally beat down looking. I am really pissed off by this, so I go home to my family's house (incidentally I think thanksgiving is going on at the house when I get there). Just like a true Mississippian, I tell my grandfather (Gamp) and my uncle (Ralph) about it, trying to convince them that we need to go over to dude's mansion and "kick his ass". At first they tell me to "hold on" because they are eating, but eventually they just nod, say "ok", and then get their shotguns. When we get to his mansion, we find out that the evil guy already had a staff of professionals with rifles waiting for us. They easily outnumber us, but I tell evil man that he shouldn't kill us because someone is coming. For some reason I thought that the American Goverment was going to intervene. Instead, at the last minute the Iraqi goverment shows up. They have some troops and even a helicopter which drops down a rope for me to hang onto, just like in a movie. Problem is, Evil guy's men out gun the Iraqi's as well and they kill them all, even shooting down the helicopter. In the Melee we manage to escape home, and I realize I need a new plan.

I forgot to mention that in this dream I have a special power where I can make someone say anything that I want them to say. It's exactly what Professor X has in X men actually. So, I decide that in order to defeat him and protect my safety I have to convince the Evil Dude that it is worth it to him to keep me alive. While Evil Guy is having a big shin-dig at his house, I crash it with all of my friends. We perform some elaborate scene in front of his guests involving Shakespearean quotes that reveals to him that I have this secret power. Immediately, as planned, he thinks that he will find some way to use my power to his advantage, and he decides to let me go for now. Trap set.

In a little sideplot, at the same time all this is going on, This Bike is a Pipe Bomb is playing a show here in town. Ryan Mo Dee is interested in all this craziness going down and he asks me to explain it to him. Knowing that my house is bugged, I take him for a walk in the woods which just suddenly appeared next to my house. I explain everything to him, and while he seems interested, he admits that what he really wants to know is if he can use my phone to call home. I tell him the only safe way for him to do so would be for him to use my special phone card. I go retrieve a shiny silver tin box that's hidden under some floor boards, and take out a pure silver phone card that was apparently given to me by my father. He takes it to call home, and then just as I am about to return to my plans to destroy the evil man........

I wake up.

Doesn't that just annoy the hell out of you?