Man, there ain't too much to report on today. I've been noticing that I've been dreaming a lot lately, or at least remembering more of my dreams than I usually do. I haven't necessarily been dreaming about any one thing, but I've been noticing themes where I have to get some task accomplished or achieve some goal within a certain time, often against a backdrop of impending evil. Things tend to shift quite frequently in my dreams, and people and places are rarely what they initially seem. Only last week, my mother grew the body of a big, white bird and the head of an iguana (wearing some kind of tiara), and proceeded to spout Bible verses at me. All of this as my brother, Jamie, and I were searching for a hidden passageway within a set of Victorian houses built along a seaside cliff. Another dream involved me looking for what I believed to be a magic ant eater within a large building made entirely of unpainted wood. People in the building were laughing at me, but they clearly didn't understand the importance of the ant eater.
Well, enough about that. It's been said that there's nothing less interesting than having to hear about other people's dreams.