The hell hounds took another starring role in my dreams last night. Only this time, we civilians had guns to fight them off... well, some of us did. Other had phazers, and being one of the people that did not have the Star Trek like phazers, can I just say how uncool that is? Dream me ended up having to steal one off of a dead body because, yeah, between phazers and guns, there really is no competition. Especially when you're fighting a hell hound.

Also, Jennifer Aniston (or someone that didn't actually resemble her at all but I kept referring to her as that) and I teamed up to try and hide. We made it to the first floor bathroom area where she knew Lisa Kudrow (yeah... don't ask) lived. But, when we got there, we found David Archette instead. He wasn't too happy to see us. Luckly, Lisa Kudrow showed up in a towle (again, I have no idea) and we hid safely in the bathroom, phazers at hand. Then Shaleah text messaged me and I woke up.

I'm telling you. My fever dreams are strange.

Being sick sucks. You know why it sucks? Because I can't get out of bed without the room swimming, I can't keep any food down what so ever, and I can barely see half the time because I'm sneezing so bad. Oh! And I have a final on Monday but since today is the first day of this cold, I'm not sure when I'm going to be able to concentrate enough to study for said final. AND... I miss P-hills graduation tomorrow night.

Yay.

I should sleep, but I keep having these weird dreams about Jacob. The first dream I had was that he came over to my house because he knew I was sick (although, in the dream I looked perfectly fine, damn good actually) and he gave me a stuffed animal bear that looked like it was out of one of those claw machines. Only, the bear had the ears of a bunny and this really disturbed me for some reason.

Then, the next one, was me and about twelve other people trapped in a twenty story mall and there were these hell hounds after us. Anyway, we got trapped down on the bottom floor, and I was standing on top of a jewlery display case, watching others die, when my walkie talkie went off (why I have a walkie talkie, I don't know). It was Jacob. He told me he loved me then drove through the upper windows in the mall and came down and ran over the hell hound that was about to kill me with his four whealer. There were blood and guts galore.

Yeah... You see why I don't really want to sleep? It's not actually sleeping when I'm having weird dreams. I wake up feeling less rested than I was before. And where the hell is any of this coming from? I mean, I understand why Jacob would be at the forefront of my dreams, but the hell hounds and the stuffed animals that are a hybred of two types of animals? That's just odd.