Dream (February 8)

Dreaming about werewolf-vampire hybrids and Jacob from Twilight is usually not a good thing, right? Other than climbing on top of grocery store aisle shelves to avoid being scratched by a bunch of teen wolves, the rest of the dream was very real and actually, not too bad. I'm quite sure it's a result of watching old reruns of Buffy the Vampire Slayer on Netflix... I never got to watch it as a child, and thank goodness I didn't, it's entirely inappropriate for anyone under the age of say 16. Either way, in the dream a close friend or boyfriend or something of the sorts became a werewolf, but then towards the end was cured or something ridiculous of the sorts. I flew into his arms, happy that he was back, and happy to be in love. He had a pair of 6 foot wings now...(excuse me subconscious, but what the hell?) Anyway, I woke up happy having a pair of arms around me. But then reality kicked in and my thoughts went more like this: I've been single for too long...I gotta get myself a guy...No, you don't need one...Really, if it's meant to be it'll be...but romance and love and kissing are nice...oy