I had a dream that I was in a magical world full of witches, fairies, and demons. I was a witch with power over luck. But I wasn't very good at controlling it, so I accidentally flung hexes and curses when I got overemotional. Nobody wanted to be my friend, except this creepy skeleton guy (imagine: Ghost Rider sans motorcycle). He taught me how to properly use my s00per l337 magical powers and, as a treat, took me to a music awards show. A lot of Disney Channel people were there, along with the Who, for some very bizarre reason. I managed to beg an autograph out of everyone in the group. They allowed me to hang around on the condition I didn't act too fangirly and stupid. And miraculously, I managed to do that. XP Then the Skeleton Man dragged me away on important magical business (I remember shouting "Help! Help! I'm being repressed!" as I was). And we lived happily ever after. OMG YAY.

I have weird dreams, but I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.

A random thought: Jesse McCartney's a decent actor, but a terrible singer. He should stick to acting and quit music. Then again, I'm biased--there's only room for one McCartney boy in my life, and his name is Paul. XP