the worst worst dreams.

and the kind where you think you wake up, but really you're still in the dream.

and even after i woke up for real and made sure by waking up enough to remember that i live in seattle now rather than at home in my parents' house (which is where i woke up the multitude of times i "woke up" from my dream--in the room i grew up in), when i went back to sleep, i went RIGHT BACK INTO THE DREAM.

what the holy hell is going on people.

why doesn't that happen when i am having sexy make-out dreams, hmm?

oh that's right, because life's fair.

so stuart and i have spent the majority of the last 24 hrs in bed, and we still don't really seem to want to get up.

i have things to do today, though, so i'll have to leave, despite the swelling of my eyes and the cloudiness of my head and stuart's little kitty sneezes.

i think we've come down with something.