In my most recent dream I finally found out how to run really fast. I have always had problems with running in dreams, always going to slow to get where I want in time. I was running away from someone, and even though I had the ability to run away I suddenly stopped and let my pursuer run past me. Maybe she didn’t want to look stupid, running past me and all, so she just kept running. Maybe there was no need to run in the first place.

When I woke up there were two pens in my bed. I usually don’t leave stuff in my bed like that, but it was still nice to find them there. I’m not even that big of an artist. Maybe I should be. I think I’d like that. One of the pens are purple, it’s a high probability that purple is my second favorite color. I do not remember where I got it from.

This is like my first real blog entry. I think I should start doing more of these.