I had two dreams last night. The first one is really vague now because I woke up at 4:00 o'clock in the morning and had to go pee and I heard really strong winds outside. And the second one I remember really clearly. Okay, I think the first one was that Allison was over and my mother and I and my father were watching this movie, and it was some kind of old-fashioned movie about a girl in a bell tower trying to help a boy and stuff. And for whatever reason it made my father cry and he went in the other room and came back and put on this sheet (?) thing like to go in a construction site. And then, first of all, my father and somebody else was watching upstairs on my mother's little TV and my mother and Allison were watching it downstairs. So I came downstairs with them, and then eventually my father came downstairs and I was able to go upstairs and go to sleep. It's complicated. I don't' think I understand it really.