snoring

recently i have been having this reoccuring dream and never realized it until just the other night when it all seemed too familiar. i am looking at myself in a mirror and there is a zit visitor on my face. i lean in really close to pop that sucker and when i squeeze it really hard a plant stem comes out. it grows and grows and is still coming out of my face, and then there is a flower that appears at the end. its a very beautiful flower and for the rest of my dream i am just looking at this flower until i wake up. it all probably seems very gross but i have never made that connection because the flower has always been so nice.


we are on family 'vacation' and everyone snores all the time. last night i threw a pillow at joes head, because how in the world am i supposed to sleep when there is a train of lions coming out of someones mouth.

empty sleep

no dreams that i can remember. hoo hoo hoo. looking on the internets the other day i found this lady who makes and binds her own journals. they are all so beautiful and i am so inspired to make my own. but i don't have any interesting paper here at my house. so i will collect and scrounge and then wait until i go back to school. and make make make.

 http://www.superdilettante.com

bunny

i just want a little pet. that is all

beauty

he knew that he was dying so my grandpa reconstructed a ski lift during spring and attached bird cages to it along with seating for passengers. we were brought up the hill, through a forest and over a beautiful swamp with a carpet made of lilly pads. with the switch of a button my grandfather opened all the bird cages and hundreds of white doves flew all around the swamp. they were free. at the end of my dream we didn't know if he had died, but my grandfather was never seen again. we soon realized he had transformed into one of the birds, and had flown off with the others.

glue

the only thing i did in my dream last night was pick off dried glue from glue bottles. one after another after another. totally fine by me because in real life i probably would do that for hours on end.

the tulips knew us by name

this is a dream from when we drove to indiana and stayed at sam's house

everyone was sick with the norovirus, when we got back to school all the staff felt bad for us that we had been so miserable and sick that they gave us tulips to plant. when it was spring everything in my dream changed to nice pastels and bright simple colors and shapes. everyone was outside and the sun was shining and all of the sudden every tulip that was planted came up out of the ground singing and welcoming in the day. i was walking around smiling and a tulip said ''oh there you are leah. you're the one that planted me, isn't today so wonderful!" and all the tulips knew everyone by name, they knew their planters and were just so happy and nice. i sat right in the grass laughing and laughing. never had i been so happy before. i woke up laughing and with sunshine on my face coming through the window. and it was the nicest start to the day i've ever had.

two dreams

the first dream i was sitting in my basement on the couch after my family had gone to sleep. miles from Lost came to my back door and i thought, hey what's he doing here so late anyways. he looked like he wanted to talk to me so i opened the door but he didn't say anything and got this weird smirk on his face. i realized this was not good so i tried to shove the door shut but he grabbed me and pushed it open. i yelled for my dad but no sound came out of my mouth and then another miles was in my backyard, apparently they were twins. and then the first miles pulled  a gun on me and said 'we're going to have to come inside now'. and this was really scary so i woke up. i wanted to call my mom and make sure everything was okay, but when i told her in real life, she said it would be my fault if everyone died because i opened the door for him. so probably i shouldn't do that in my dreams anymore.

the next dream was set at school. we were in the library studying for finals and i saw alex and so i went to his table but everyone over there was breathing really loud. so i had to talk in a very loud voice for him to hear me. then the librarian came over to tell me to be quiet. words weren't coming out of her mouth though, only really heavy breathing. this made me just laugh and i woke myself up from giggling. i realized that heavy breathing was coming from both sides of my ears as i was in a bed in-between two of my sleeping friends.

boats

this is my favorite memory. the best one that my brain will ever store.