The girl that had the baby was there as well, but her face was blurred. I wanted to focus on her face so I could see what my future wife looked like… Oh, well. It was one of those dreams where I woke up and was bummed that it wasn’t real. Not that I want a kid at this moment in my life, But I was so happy in my dream that I was crying. Ha I don’t care if that doesn’t sound manly.
So that being said, True happiness does not exists in life. Only in those rare happy dreams. Well at least that applies to me.
Isn’t tumblr a place for fun friends? You’re a mean friend. I’m in a band and I am pretty passionate about it. If you’re going to post something rude, at least have the decency to not make it Anonymous.
I don’t know why stuff like this happens, but it seems to happen a lot with me. On the way to a get together at one of my friends house on thursday there were a lot of cops on the road and In an opening there was someone dead (who had been hit by a car walking). It was bloody and awful… that kinda stuff is real scarring to me.