*yawn* morning

Strange dreams again.

It started with Luns and I trying to sneak out of my fourth story apartment, only it was a hell of a lot easier to do so, and my roommate and her friends were being weird as we'd suddely gained a terrace. From there, things shifted to a family get together where I (for once) voiced my philosophical problems with the Christian religion, and had my uncle rebuke me. This is an uncle from my mother's side, the non-fundy side of the family. So I ran away crying, and he later caught up with me. I explained the horror of trying to explain my very not-christian boyfriend to the fundies, and that I'd never felt that way around him, but I wasn't sure if that was okay anymore. So he invited me out on his ministry. We went to this one church (and somehow, I'm now in a Disney character costume, don't ask me to explain) and he held up the ticket takers with a bottle of holy water. He was apperantly trying to get people to disavow belief in their God for his. They sold a lot of candy at the church too. And as he's doing this, I see my dead grandfather slide through the crowd and into the ticketed patrons only, and I followed. We came into this big, well lit gym, that didn't seem like it had anybody in it. I pulled a flap of my costume over one eye, made a telescope with my hand, and held it up to the other eye, to which I found the demon made of chocolate...and we fought. And then I woke up.

gah, i have screwy dreams.

on a happy note

today, Sunday September 29th, 2002, marks the nine month anniversary of my relationship with zibblsnrt, one of the kindest, gentlest, and most perfect guys I've had the pleasure of knowing. :) And it's now only three short months to getting to claim the year. :)

(Is it obvious that I'm in love? ;) )

(And, no Patrick, this isn't sucking up, it's the God's honest truth.)