Lately my dreams have been insanely vivid and lucid, more than likely due to my recreation of choice this summer.

Two nights ago, I was rally racing my bed against highschool friends and rivals in an unknown terrain. Upon crashing I had a long and interesting conversation with Aaron about him calling me a Homo (sic?) because of my facebook profile picture. I do not recall how the dream ended only that it was awesome.

The entirety of the dream was very action packed, I'm very suprised that I didn't have pillows and sheets everywhere when I woke up; and if you need a point of reference of what a rally bed/car is think of that old cartoon movie Nemo ( or whatever) how he rode around in his dreams on his bed. Except make your bed look like a suped up rally car still in a normal bed frame... yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaah!!(/sunglasseson)