and i'm not made of steel, im not made of steel


i had this sweet dream that i played on the varsity BOYS baseball team at OSU and it was cool.... i dont know why, but it made me happy to have that dream.

earlier this week, i had this dream that me and jason killed two people, in my dad's old house. my dream started after they were already dead, so i didnt actually SEE myself kill them, but i knew that i did and they were in the house... one was in the bathroom and one was in my dad's bedroom... so we were trying to decide what to do and we decided to run away. but right when we decided that, i was like "shit its like 6:30pm, my dad's gonna be home from work any minute." so of course he gets home right then, i see him out the window parking on the street (which in real life, he would have been parking on the side of the street where you aren't allowed to park)... and we snuck out the front as he went in the back and i was too afraid to go to my car cause he would hear it. but there were DEAD PEOPLE in his house.... what the fuck is that all about