House warming parties are FUN.
Look at these guys! I got them on a whim at a toy store and then decided to paint them gold at Starbucks. I also just bought a big stegosaurus that I’m gonna paint silver. Hooray!
Okay, I know no one cares about other people’s dreams and, frankly, I rarely care about my own dreams but last night I had two nightmares that I have to share. If you’re reading this and you’re a dream interpreter please let me know what these mean because I know nothing.
I remember the first starting right as I realized that I had been kidnapped. Or captured, because I guess I’m not really a kid anymore? And like, my captor had a zany sidekick (obviously) who was in charge of making sure where I was at all times. I ended up escaping and hiding in a grocery store/gas station after said sidekick stole my phone. PS, I was SO pissed about him taking my phone because I knew I would never get it back and would lose all my texts and contacts. Ugh. 21st century problems. Anyway. I then escaped from the gas station and had to jaywalk across a busy street to a different gas station to call my mom. She was confused, I think. I can’t really remember. But it was scary because I think the sidekick was in the gas station while I was calling my mom and I was trying to be conspicuous but I was also like, “Whatever, I’m already half kidnapped.”
The other dream was like, some underwater hotel/playground where I was staying with my family and some family friends. There wasn’t really any ground, just like, an underwater walkway which FREAKED ME OUTTTT. I kept looking down and walking by giant puffer fish and seahorses and the water was murky and it was terrible.
LOOKLOOKLOOK. My sweet BFF surprised me with a belated birthday party and it could not have been better. All of my favorite people were there and this cake was deeeelicious. I have the best friends.
Took a nice trip to the mountains last night. Someone told me to “dress like you’re going camping” which included my white Converse, black jeans, a long sleeved white tee, and my denim vest. Worked out fine.
— Molly McAleer