I had one of those awful "end of the world" sort of dreams last night. I was sitting in class, looking out the window when a plane flying unusually low in a field next to the school just sort of dropped a bomb. Then there was one of those slow motion sort of moments when you realize what happened, the black cloud starts to rush toward you, and suddenly there's complete darkness and a piercing silence. I have been dreaming way too much lately. On a lighter note, that dream was followed by a dream that a friend's redneck father invited me to a football game in Troy. When I said yes, he gave me this hideous red vest to wear and told me to call my mom to tell her I wouldn't be home for dinner. There were also a lot of bloodhounds barking for no apparent reason. No wonder I'm sleepy all the time.