I had the strangest dream last night. Usually, whenever I have dreams, they're random things from my random life and I rarely, if ever dream of celebrities. Yesterday, however, I had a dream of Hannie-gege. Now, it was strange mainly because I felt like I knew him. As in knew him, knew him. And I was lying on his stomach, looking up at him, and there a feeling of sadness. You know when you dream something so real you can feel it?? I was SAD! I had the feeling that we were parting. Then it was more weird.

I'm an excellent sleeper because I wake up easily to important sounds (my dog's whimpers, my mom's whispers) but not to sirens going off outside ( I live in NY, it happens a lot) but then I have the ability to sleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. Yesterday, I heard my doggy scratching the door and for the life of me, I did not want to wake up. It was like I didn't want to let go of the dream I had. Now, the silly side of me would have made some joke on how it should have been a sexy dream but it made me sad for most of the morning.

I'll end tonight with this, just cause.

"She tells her love while half asleep,
in the dark hours
with half words whispered low,
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And puts out grass and flowers
Despite the snow.
Despite the falling snow."
-- Robert Graves