I hate dreams. No, not the kind that involve hopes and asperations, but the kind that involve waking up from. The dream world is so deceiving. It puts our guards down and tells us that the world is huny-dorry only to destroy our equalibrium as soon as we wake up and find out that the world is not better for our dream. I had one of those dreams lately. It's so disconcerting. Anyway, it brought my hopes up and everyone and everything was in its place. I was happy and the world was happy. Then I wake up...
The world around me wasn't happy and I surely wasn't happy. What the...?

Anyway, enough about my dream-capades.

Went to see Hamlet at the Miller outdoor theatre. It was fun and exciting. My cousin invited me and I invited others, including m mom, baby, her mom and the sister. At some point in the night, Soleil got away from me and didn't quit have her footing so she wabbled down the hill. I jumped and grabbed her. THat was about as esciting as I'd wish it to get. She didn't watch the play, but she did wave at just about everything else. Matt and Amanda joined us. Baby doesn't like Matt. It's a love-hate relationship: She loves it when he goes, but hates it when he's around.

Well, got to go...