Well, my mom informed me that my Auntie Julie was released from the hospital and sent home yesterday (which makes me wonder if the flowers/balloon I ordered even made it to her room before she was discharged?), diagnosed with a relapse of what put her in the hospital 2 years ago, Histoplasmosis. It’s a fungal deal that affects the lungs, that if left untreated, can cause your body to basically shut down. Luckily, she caught it in time again – more than likely a flare up of the same evil from 2 years ago. So…better, but not entirely out of the woods…

In other less serious news, I’ve been having a rough week in the sleep department. Not that I’m not getting any sleep, much the opposite. I’m sleeping well, but have not had one evening that didn’t involve about 3 separate dreams during the night. Last night, I had a few dreams. A couple items from these dreams that stick in my memory are:

• Being at some sort of party for a friend of mine, then realized I blew off a portion of my dear friend Leslie’s bachelorette party for this other party. Received a call from Leslie telling me to just “forget our friendship, it’s too late” or something of the sort.
• Being in our new house (many of my dreams this week have had this common theme), and finding ourselves having a party, yet someone was taking a shower in the basement bathroom (a shower I never plan on setting foot in), and me saying to him “I guess it had to be broken in eventually.” What?!
• My parents telling me they plan on moving to Minneapolis sometime in the next couple years. To some, this may seem like a nightmare, but I was overjoyed. I woke up happy from that dream (not remembering I had it, until my bus ride to work this morning).

Other dreams from this week include:

• Somehow falling in love with someone who I thought was Slash (yes, from G’nR), but turned out to be a Slash impersonator. Can you say, too much Guitar Hero? Jesus Christ…
• A horror movie-type dream full of serial killers and quiet neighborhoods. That’s nothing out of the ordinary for me though.

That’s all I can recall right now. Needless to say, all this brain activity while I’m trying to sleep is making my seemingly restful, full nights of sleep turn me into a zombie the next day. I remember in one of the Nightmare on Elm Street movies, the teenagers took some sort of Anti-Dreaming pill before they went to sleep to stop Freddy – too bad that’s just a shitty horror flick.