Sleep.

Okay, I seriously need to get back to school and get onto a normal schedule. For one, at school I stay up late because I follow the bandwagon, and usually my suite is hoppin' (with the exception of Bailey, who goes to bed at 10). Then I have to wake up early (ish. It will never compare to 5:30 every day for 5 years), which is good for me, being a morning person and all.

At home, though, I go to sleep whenever Christian does, because he's my main form of entertainment (dirty!), so around 11. Then I'll wake up around 8, realize that there's nothing to do and I may as well waste more time, and go back to sleep until 10, which leaves me feeling miserable.

I know, easy fix, right? But that's not the point. It's the principle of the matter!

Also, when I get more sleep, I have some pretty ridiculous dreams. This blog will be devoted to listing some of said dreams.

1. The most notable of these dreams had to be my fantasy about Taylor Swift. I mean, I like listening to Taylor Swift and she happens to be my guilty pleasure, but this was a step too far (like the song in Aida! Har har ). I dreamt that she was my best friend, and for some reason, since we were best friends we had to shower together. And randomly like 5 other people were over. So we all get into my tiny shower and… bathe… while belting, “You Belong With Me” to one another.

2. I have this reoccurring dream where I go to a summer camp on a boat, but it’s like Titanic themed or something. Basically, at the end of camp, the boat sinks and we all have to find a way to safety or we die. The crew tries to keep this a secret, but I know, because I’ve been to the camp every year (why, I have no idea). The whole dream was me trying to survive with my friend. A funny excerpt was when I found Kelsey Moran looking off the balcony. She was being dramatic and was all, “We’re going to die, aren’t we Emily?” It seemed oddly Kelsey to me.

3. Last night I had a dream where I was a spy. My secret headquarters was my bed, so my other two spy partners were in there with me. I was wearing a purple sweater, not that it matters. Anyways, so an evil guy breaks into my fortress and tries to steal my… glitter glue pens. An epic battle ensues in which we grapple over the blue pen, and in the process he squirts it all over me. For some reason, this was devastating.

4. This is probably my most frightening dream, although when I retell it, it just makes me sound like a pansy. It is also reoccurring (I think. At least I remember the premise of it, though I may have dreamt it all in one night). Anyways, so the dream typically is set at nighttime (as with any nightmare), and walking around outside. Last night, I was sitting in my backyard with me family, and I see something moving on the side of the hill, so I’m all, “Mom, what the hell is that?”, and she assures me nothing is there. I’m still uneasy, and then this thing hurls itself at me and starts attacking. This thing is the bit that’s reoccurring. In all my dreams I’m unprepared and it comes at me and surprises me and I wake up shaking and terrified (last night, right after I had it, I got a text from Christian saying he couldn’t sleep, so I called him and made him talk to me. That’s what boyfriends are for). Anyways, the bit that makes me sound like a pansy is that this creature is either a vicious black cat or a vicious black Chihuahua. I don’t know, because in my dreams I never ever see its face, which seems like a critical point. I’m pretty sure it’s a demon something or other. I don’t want to have it again. :(

And those are all the dreams I can remember at this point in time. I have like 4 a night and they’re all equally as weird.