Damn dreams!

With fatique as one of my symptoms, I find myself sleeping from 16 to 18 hours a day these days. It sucks and the massive amounts of caffeine I consume are doing nothing to help. I'm actually starting to worry that there isn't enough blood in my caffiene stream.

Anyway, that's not what this post is about. It's about my stupid dreams! I dream more than I'm awake and I'm having a VERY hard time trying to remember what actually happened and what was just a dream.

The other week I was so pissed because I was driving my car and these old ladies were driving a HUGE tractor (like 50 stories) but it was too slow for their grocery shopping. So I lent them my car and just parked the giant tractor in front of my house and had a picnic on top with my friend Joe and my brother Peter and my friends cat, Jasri. (which is weird because I hate her cat). Well the old ladies didn't come back for like 10 hours and when they did they used up all my gas.

Yes, all that was a dream. But after waking up I got into my car, drove straight to the gas station and tried to fill it up. It cost me 2 bucks. I had filled it the night before! I actually thought the old ladies used up all my gas.

There are a million other cases like that from the past few weeks but too long to recount. The one that has me all mad is that I dreamt that I spent hours cleaning off my desk (seriously, hours just whiping the glass for some reason) (boring dream) and when I got up this morning I found my desk in it's usual mess... except now I actually SEE the mess! Now I have to spend all morning cleaning it up (even though I just spent hours of dream time cleaning) before I can start work on my comics. Stupid world.