Dream a Little Dream

So my week last week went by fairly quickly, but now it feels like it was ages away because this weekend dragged something awful. It wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't slept more than 13 hours each day and if I had had better plans for the evenings... but I digress.

For the first time in over a month, I had a dream that I remembered the morning after. It was actually something more of a nightmare. My grandpas are two of my favorite people on the planet, and I had back-to-back dreams that each of them had died. I woke up in a cold sweat more than once, but no matter how many times I woke up, the dream picked right back up where I left off.

I hate thinking that dreams are signs of what's going to happen in the near future, but I have these really strong urges to write both of my grandpas really nice, long letters just to tell them how much I love them. I know that dreams aren't real, but when your biggest fear is losing your grandfather and then you watch him die in your head... It isn't exactly forgettable.

On a more pleasant note, I looked really cute all weekend.

Why today was awesome: My hair cooperated with me.

My year in numbers:

How Many Books I've Read: 5.5

How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 7

How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 13