The Good, The Bad, The Dreamy

It's too hot. Just TOOOO hot. Here I am, trying to mow our lawn, and it's just too hot. I don't do well in the heat. Take, for example, two years ago at girl's camp. Didn't drink enough water, and I just about passed out. But we have FABULOUS girl's camp instructors/aids, and I lived. Slept the rest of the day, but I lived. And I drank more water, too. I've been upping my water even more, recently.

So I decided I've become obsessed. I check my e-mail twice a day-one in the morning, and once at night. True, nothing 'spectacular' arrives (and I think you know what I mean), but hey! It's worth trying, right? I had a dream I was running around a supermarket and he came running behind me saying, "RUN, CASSIE, RUN!" Not fully understanding, I turned around, saw him, and saw this HUGE snake coming up behind him. Needless to say, I ran. I then (for some reason) looked up, and there was no ceiling to this 'store', but a never-ending... darkness, so to speak, but it was like the sky or something, 'cause I saw stars. And then this huge two-headed dog appears, and I think the snake was trying to warn me or save me or SOMETHING weird. Then I woke up.

I have found my dreams to be truly strange. This past week, almost every night has me returning to EFY doing different things: making gumbo with human sweat, water and bacon, just going back and NOT meeting the previously mentioned cute guy...

So, anyway, returning to the original conversation, I'm obsessed. My brothers have started calling him my 'boyfriend'. First of all, HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND. Second of all, I have not heard a word from him since EFY, and though he did seem a little bit interested, maybe he just wants to be friends (which is fine by me). And I'm not supposed to check my e-mail ALL WEEKEND. It's just two days. I can do it. RIGHT?

Anyway, I have one last thing. In seventh/eighth grade, I had this HUGE crush on 'Rocker Kid'. He was cute, sort of-kind of-maybe funny, and tall, which is hard to find in a guy, especially at my height. Anyway, the summer between eighth and ninth grade, he started appearing in my dreams. In ninth grade, I still kind of got butterflies in my stomach, but he was going to a different high school, so I started pushing him out of my mind. But he still continued haunting my dreams.

I never really talked to him, but the last dream I had, I was somewhere with him and his friends, and we had to call my mom to come and pick us up. I sat in front, and I turned around to look at him, asking, "WHAT are you doing here? LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" he left me alone for a while, and I didn't worry about it.

But he came LAST night. He came to my church and was giving a talk, but he SOOOO didn't look like a church guy. He had his street clothes on, and he had red dye in his hair, and his hair was really long. I was SOOOO mad.

My dad said (in reality), "Did you ever talk to him?" "No." I said. I then told him the dream about my mom picking us up, and telling him to LEAVE ME ALONE, and he said, "Hmm. You'd have thought he would at least stay out of your dreams." He's probably not even consciously aware of what's going on!

I've also had one little phrase stuck in my head:

There is no message we're receiving,
Let me know is your heart still beating?

NAME THAT TUNE!!! (Bonus brownie points)