"I want to butter you up, spray you on my neck, and wear you as perfume"

I can tell I am back in school because I update far too often. I don't have anything of particular interest going on but I still feel the need to document anything of essence (or humor) on this thing.

I had a REALLY scary dream last night. It reminded me of one I would have had when I was little. I dreamt that everything in Dartmouth (not Halifax) was in complete turmoil. Alarms were going off, police cars were rampant everywhere, people were in intense panic. Anyways, we looked out onto the harbour and all there were at least 75 huge ships but with police-like lights flashing. The lights were so bright they lit up the whole city. Anyways, thousands of people were trying to cross the bridge. I was with Erin and we started freaking out, screaming. Then we saw this tiny glowing light falling from the sky but it sort of drifted, like a "paranormal" (spppookkky). Erin said something about it being a bomb and then everything went all flashy and scary. Waves were everywhere, people were falling off the bridge or dangling by their limbs. The creepiest part was that right before the bomb hit Erin told me to "find God quick" and I told her I loved her. In the dream, I started praying. It was strange. I never pray. It makes me wonder if I could somehow, in a tragic situation, respond in a spiritual fashion. Anyways, I guess that's the part where the bridge collapsed and the thousands of people who were immigrating to Halifax for safety died. The end.

Now I need to get a coffee and go to class.