i dreamed

that i was on a train going through my hometown. there were a bunch of people on the train with me. in my dream i knew and loved them, but i do not know them today. i think my dream was in the past a long time ago. the train crashed. some of it caught on fire, but mostly it just slid off the tracks and fell sideways. everyone on the train died, including me. i do not know why it crashed. once this happened i wasn't on the train any more and i was watching from outside. it was my time again and i was back at home with my parents. i asked my mom if there had ever been a train wreck near our town, because i'd just had a dream about one and i couldn't tell if it had been a memory or a real dream. she didn't know.

dreams within dreams are confusing. now i really have to ask my mom. maybe it was a memory from when i was a kid or something.

i love july 4th! fireworks make me happy inside, even though i was completely soaked and using a tablecloth from the statler as a blanket.

and i still can't draw on the computer

I just saw fahernheit 9/11. Everyone needs to go see it. That's all I have to say about the subject.

Also, Fowler's on Elmwood has the best soft custard ever.

the last one is called the sphinx pose