Unicorn on the cob.

But just for a minute. So don’t run away.

I just want to talk about my friendship. Even if we are not considered great or even good friends, I still like to go out and support and be there for them whenever I can. That’s just the kind of person I am. I treat people the way I would like to be treated. My best friend Nikki, for example. I don’t get to see her much because she works pretty much 24 hours of every day, but when she has a show I do everything I can to go and get as many people as I can to go support her. I try to make it out to the things that are important to her. But I do that for everyone I know. Because I think it’s nice when anyone ever does that for me and it makes me feel good to be supportive. I know WAY too many people who don’t seem to have this gene. But it doesn’t matter. I still am who I am and I can’t help but have that caring characteristic. But, for the record, if my efforts are unappreciated or ignored, you can bet I will care less about being supportive of you. I do these things to make the other person feel good. So what’s the use if they don’t appreciate it? I know way too many people like that and it’s sad. Wish more people could have a better attitude.

On another note, I had another crackhead dream last night. The thing with this one though, was that I wasn’t sure if in my dream I had actually dreamt it before, or if it was the first time I was having the dream but in the dream I thought I’d had it before. Make sense? It started out, God, well … I was getting horses for some occasion, but they came in pieces. Like one piece was cut at the part where you’d cut it to mount it’s head on a wall and I couldn’t find that horses middle anywhere. I kept petting it’s head though. It wasn’t bleeding, apparently it was normal to travel with horses in pieces. More convenient, I suppose. Then I was being followed by some guy who was trying to kill me, tons of people around but no one could help me, and he just kept following me. At some park. People kept TRYING to help me but it never worked. This is where I was sure I knew the ending had happened before … Ryan Gosling wanted to help me, but for some reason he couldn’t and I was crying and begging him to shoot the guy, but it turned out he had given the guy his gun. Ryan felt so guilty, he was crying and trying to apologize …. then in slow motion, the guy goes to shoot me and Ryan jumps in front of the bullet.

Now, I could SWEAR I’ve had that dream before, but I’m not sure if I really did or if it was just all in my dream that I knew how it ended. But I woke up with a pretty bad headache.

There are about a thousand more details I could go into with that non drug induced dream, but if I did I feel I might be considered a patient in a mental ward. I’m telling you, though …. someone needs to invent a machine that records your dreams as you sleep so you can watch them when you wake up. How rad would that be!

xo J