This is why I can't take naps.

I woke up this morning and realized that when confronted with the issue of not being able to speak, I resort to incomprehensible hand motions and grabbing at my throat trying to tell my father that I am incapable of speech. He told me to go back to bed. So I did, failed, and spent time playing on this here computer-y thing. I did eventually take a nap, and it was particularly odd, especially because I haven't really remembered a dream in ages.

It started off with me attempting to walk up a hill to school. Dillion was there, along with Alex (aka rather charming manwhore who shows up in my dreams a lot) and his girlfriend. I was woozy and kept falling down, so Dillion had to give me a piggyback ride. I'm surprised that I didn't grab his extremely long, unicorn jizz-conditioned hair and act as if it was the reins to a pony. I was, however, extremely confused, as this is something he'd never do in reality. Then this guy came and yelled at us for walking on the hill, I'm not sure of the specific reasons but I just know that I ended up shirtless (as per usual. It's a staple of my dreams) and running around a building that was somehow school-related. I assume it was such because in frantically running around (because panicking is clearly more effective than looking for shirt-like materials in the immediate area), I ran into this ginger girl who's in my English class and she told me there was some sort of meeting there.

Eventually Lauren found me (she was wearing this super super cute rather innocent scene-y boy we know, Frankie's, glasses) and directed me to this woman that I don't recognize at all, but she gave me a sort of hijab-like garment and a dress to cover myself. I somehow gathered that she was Muslim. I was pretty fond of her, and judging by how I later saw my mother in this building and they had a particularly lengthy conversation that I didn't understand, so I also assumed that she was Filipino.

I don't remember what happened to connect x and y, but somehow I managed to lose my hijab and freak out (I'm pretty sure the rest of me was still clothed, though), then I was back on the hill at school and this man, the same one who'd yelled at Dillion and I, had unleashed puppies. HOMICIDAL PUPPIES. EVERYWHERE.

Then I woke up. I proceeded to Google the significance of having dreams of shirtlessness, as I seem to be incapable of going ONE DREAM fully clothed. The first page of results says that I either have financial worries or wish to express my love for something. Dillion also thought that it meant I crave freedom, which would make sense, but in searching, that never came up. My initial thought was that it had something to do with my boatloads of insecurity.

Anyway, just don't do acid before you take naps,
Andrea! <3