I had another weird dream last night, almost frightning in the sense that my heart was stlll pounding a little when I woke up... but I guess dreams are better than no dreams. It's a better mode of sleep when one can remember their dreams.

Like most of my dreams, this one centered around Jeremy. (I don't know why many of my dreams I remember still center around him. Perhaps it's because he was the last guy in my life to have a major toll on my emotions, or maybe it's because Joy is right- I'm still not over my obsession. I'm leaning towards the first of the two choices.) At my church, a girl was having a graduation party, and her parents had hired help. The hired teens/young adults were supposed to entertain the crowd, although a few of them started swearing, so they were kicked out. However, the guy who had hired them somehow started talking to me. I was looking for work, and after talking decided maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea. I was going to entertain the crowd by reading them "the rest of the story" by Paul Harvey. So, I went to the bookstore to look for this book, and ended up finding it. As my dream progressed, the man who had hired me started giving me all these other jobs I needed to do, and found an apartment for me to live in; all the hired help did what he asked. He found a car for me, but it came with a guy involved- I belive he paid the price of the man, and not the car. After that, I woke up.

I'm not really sure how this dream involved Jeremy, but I know it did. I think I was searching for him through it, hoping to find him again.

Anyway, I've been sleeping too much lately. I've been getting maybe 10 hours a night, and even taking naps during the day- and it's not because I'm tired, but more because I can. It's going to be a hard habit to break.