Well I guess I should write down my dreams, now...

There was this one dream involving rockets and space ships and things... Uhhh... What happened? I don't really remember. There was also something about me borrowing a couple DVDs and watching them downstairs.

Thing about climbing up the fence by the beltline and throwing cans of soda at trucks. I don't remember why. I was doing this with Neil, I think.

Later there was a thing about WWII or something, except everything was made out of old logs. We were running around and drawing lines on things with yellow markers so we would remember how the heck to get where we were going.