...last I had this dream that I was chasing a child molester. A group of people were basically hunting this guy down with pitchforks and everything. We ran through my old neighborhood. I woke up before we caught him, unfortunately. Apparently he raped this 12 year old girl. Sad dreams suck.

It wasn't nearly as cool as the dream I had about Mexico vs. US; where I found myself with a mexican refuge hiding out from both sides.



Leslie said it was probably about Jason *chuckle*.

What I always find interesting about dreams is when I go back to a familiar place, such as an old neighborhood, it doesn't quite look or feel the same in the dream but when you recall it in memory, it's in no way peculiar.

The coolest dream I had was when I traveled the whole planet in a space ship. When I went to Asia, I saw futuristic looking pagodas (Gaudi style) and when I went to Africa there were futuristic pyramids. I felt like each continent was its own planet.

LOL