This would be funnier if you were...me...

Sometimes I feel things and think things but then I forget what they even mean.
My brain takes me to places that I can’t get back to.

My dreams have been very realistic for the past few months. I hate this because dreams are supposed to be fun and crazy and scary and weird and make you giggle in the middle of class when you randomly remember them the next day. My dreams are either too boring to remember or I remember them but confuse them with real life (IS THIS REAL LIFE???): Did my roommate and I actually have an in depth conversation about breakfast cereal and our aversion to Fruit Loops? Did I talk to that girl in the elevator or did I dream it?

So my brain is being a trickster.

In other news - today I made home made peanut butter and painted a man’s toenails.