Ha. That entire title was a lie. Not much has happened over the last couple days.

But today I saw Neil Gaiman. Good speaker. Favorite author. He rocks. That was good. And I scanned in my drawings from September. So those are posted up.

Things from the last week:
Matt got punched in eye at the football game.
Pat tried to throw me on the field.
I have eaten like crap the last week. Hopefully that will change.
I've had a lot of weird dreams lately.

Like this one from last night:

I was in a building with a lot of dumbwaiters. But they were big enough to fit people in. I took one down and so did a bunch of my friends. When we reached the basement it was almost like a maze. And I looked around because the basement was huge. It was like a warehouse and all you saw were hundreds of dumbwaiters. When I got off though I saw no one. It was just me. The basement was dark, but lighted from a distance. Like light was coming from around the corner, so the end of the hall was lit, but as soon as you rounded the corner the light wasn't there, it was off in the distance again around the next corner.

After searching for a while, and still being alone, I found a stairwell to the main floor. It was to a lobby. I was standing in the lobby and there is an elevator and the glass doors out. I walked towards the elevator, and on both sides of the doors I see my reflection. On one side I'm young and on the other side I am old. In both I look tired, and angry.

I took one step into the elevator and don't feel right, so I get out of the lobby and leave through the doors. It is night outside and the stars are beaming, but its a dark. There's no moon. Right next too the building I was in (which was a skyscraper) there is a big corn field. I follow a path to the middle where there is a bonfire and find my friend Reggie there along with a large group of people. He says it is some sort of festival, but that I shouldn't stay.

That's where the dream ends.