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Last night I had a dream. Yes, this is actually kind of surprising as I only tend to have dreams in clusters every few months. I actually dreamed that I was taking my Honors Seminar final and not only did I forget to bring the PDF's with me for everyone, I completely freaked out when it comes to timing when I'm going to change what I'm writing in order to do something else.

In short, I'm worried about the final and it's in a week and a day.

Also, I'm not sold on my glasses. I'm going to give myself an hour to try to get adjusted to them (as I just woke up), but if they're going to give me a headache and annoy me, I'm going to have to go back to my original glasses. Just for another week.

I know I've been a bit of a bitch the last few weeks and I apologize to pretty much everyone. All I can say is that it'll be over soon, for better or worse.

Weird one, too. Pretty vivid. Especially since I normally don't remember my dreams.

I was an actress. I worked on some WB show (I can't remember which one...I know I've never really watched it in real life). Actually, I gave my "references" to the bouncer outside and it's the WB show and some movie or something. I was trying to talk to people and they kept ignoring me. I specifically remember trying to talk to Charisma Carpenter and she just flat out treated me like I wasn't there.

David Boreanaz comes along. He's trying to get through this crowd, but they're all dancing. He grabs me and we waltz through the crowd. He takes my hand and kisses it. I curtsy. His friend does the same. I think I should recognize his friend, but I don't remember who it was.

I leave the party and, somewhere down the road, I see a line of rope and people trying to stop cars from leaving the party. We try to stop a couple of cars, but no one manages to stop for more than a moment. They don't want to hear what I have to say.

Then I keep flashing back to David, on the phone. It seems like he's remotely driving the car from somewhere else. (:Shrug:)

By the time the car gets to where I am, I've moved a car into the middle of the road and have climbed on it. When I see the car, I've started yelling. The person driving doesn't hear me (like I said, because it seems like he's not really in the car) and crashes into the car I'm standing on.

Later, I'm in the hospital and some doctor is asking I don't pursue something. I have a bunch of medical reports in my hands. Apparently, there were people that had crashed the party. Friends of mine, I suppose. And they'd all been raped and possibly murdered. Then David shows up with a couple of my friends and I give him a hug, touched that he would show up. I don't know yet that he's the one that crashed into the car.