Bedtime, Badtime

i like dreams. in fact, it blows my mind how your brain keeps working while you sleep, conjuring up wild. imaginative things in your head (which sometimes even forshadow! *deja vous) while you have no power to control them...i guess other than waking up and ending it? anyway, dreams are cool, but sometimes they are just retarded. i really hate when i dream about work. waitressing is bad enough i would prefer not to dream about it, yet i cannot control the dreaming of the work. i woke up the other night from a dream where a guy gave me a credit card to pay his bill. i, in turn, wake up a little bit and start searching my bed for this stupid credit card. im talking throwing my covers off and feeling around my sheets for a credit card that i thought i lost. and the weirdest part is that i knew what i was doing the whole time and that it was just a dream, but i still freaked out about losing the dudes card in my bed. haha. i dont think i need to talk about the bug dreams because im sure everyone has had one of those. they are creepy, make me itchy, a little scared, and i do not like them. thats it im tired, night!