No Dreams Are Good Dreams

Camp Greenlake will no longer be a dry wasteland full of holes. The snow is melting and Father Christmas' sleigh bells are ringing in my ear. The dream-drought is over!

Actually it was about a week ago but I've been too busy/lazy to update.

I dreamt that I went home to find my brothers and David and Jonathan doing something idiotic. I left and returned later to find them not thwarted by my mother, but instead they were repelling off the side of my house. My mother and one of her friends with them! Also, they had turned my house into a large Gothic cathedral with stained glass. Both of those things made me really angry in the dream.

I had a few other dreams but I can't remember them now. I'll have to add more later.