DS and a conversation.

So I had two dreams that I remember this time.

First one was about these three hipster protesters against trucks or something in a City (looked liked Chicago to me). They were yelling at me and this person I know, named Julia, and then for some reaon they followed us to some room with a large table in it. All of a sudden all these people from my high school and random people that I know fill in the remaining seats. There are ten or so people at this table now. They start talking randomly. My hair was gelled in this dream, I don't know why. One people commented on it, his name is Joe. He asked me how gel I had i my hair. I responded with, "enough to keep an elephant stuck to the ceiling."

He smiled.

WHAT?
Anyways, that was the end of that dream.

In another dream, I was living in some house I have never seen before and in the house on the right lived some crazy old lady that all the little boys went to to play their Nintendo DS.

I had a DS too. It had a weird ass case on it that looked like corduroy pants.The lady seriously though this was freaking amazing. I have no idea why. Also this little kid was jerk to me.

Jerk.


In other dream recording news, I tried the voice recorder, didn't wake up in the middle of the night so I couldn't try it out effectively like the notebook. Eh, I'll try it again tonight.