I took a short nap. For some reason, the dream I had was extremely vivid; I felt like I was actually AWAKE and all of this was really happening. Felt like I was actually moving and stuff.

It wasn't anything cool, though, like having steamy adventures with The Guy With the Big Nose and the Surfer-Whose-Name-I-Think-is-John.

There was just a yardsale out in the front yard and Dad was selling everything, including the entertainment center and the flat-screen TVs.

And I felt like I was writing something in my dreams--sloppily--and it was almost like I could feel the paper on my hand... but there wasn't even a notebook around my bed, really. I remember writing something about Cooney from the Starchildren story. O_o

Oh, why couldn't it have been the Guy With the Big Nose and John instead?