Just a Wednesday...

When I sing along with Lily Allen in my head, I try to imitate her accent. Is that kosher? I wonder if I could actually do it out loud..

Also, last night, I had a dream in which things kept being a dream. It was like -- like one of those pictures that it's possible that no one else sees but me, but where, in your head, you see an ice floe (For example -- yes, this has been in my head before). And on said ice floe, there's a polar bear. The polar bear tries to stand up, and the ice tips because his weight isn't centered anymore, if that makes sense. And in my head, I try to just keep the picture of the polar bear there before it tries to stand -- instead, the part where it stands up and then falls in the water keeps replaying in my head.

So, my dream was kind of similar to that bunch of dribble up there that you may or may not have understood.

In my dream, I was in my room (I mean, my room in the dream, so not my real room) and talking to my girlfriend, and -- the scene just kept evolving where I would suddenly become some sort of warrior or something, I always had some crazy weapon, but then it wasn't really me anymore, so the real me would come in and stop the crazy thing that I had just turned in to, but a few minutes later, it would happen again...

Anyways, I think it was stress-related. I felt bad for brandishing so many weapons in one night. I think there may have been a catapult involved at some point in the dream, too -- though that was kind of a transition from the transformy dream to the next one...

Weird.