Last night I dreamed that I was in Disney World,  hugging Taylor.

Then I dreamed I took the lid off a toilet tank. I looked inside, and there was no water. It was bone-dry, so I put my hand in to make sure.

Last night I dreamed the girls from Sex and the City were trying on different outfits. They kept switching, and I was trying to hurry them along. They had somewhere important to be, but I don't remember where.

You know what's weird? I've never seen Sex and the City.

Didn't sleep too well last night. Kept waking up, which makes for interesting dream fragments.

Dream 1: There were two action figures (they were really Ken dolls, but they didn't like being called "dolls"). One was named Dirk, but he insisted that it was pronounced "deerk".

Dream 2: I dreamed I was in my bathing suit, asking someone to put sunscreen on my back. There was a mirror behind me, and I caught a glimpse of myself. I had long, dark back hair. I started freaking out, wondering why I hadn't noticed it before. I was trying to think of some way to either get rid of it or hide it, but I was at the water park in Michigan Adventure, and there was nothing I could do.

I woke up and I actually thought I had that ugly back hair.

Last night I dreamed that some strange man was wearing one of the t-shirts that I sleep in.

In Disney World I had two dreams.

In the first one, I dreamed Ezra had Mickey Mouse glitter on his face, and I was trying to brush it off for him. When my hand touched his face, he turned into someone else, but I don't remember who.

In the second one, I dreamed that it was prom night again. We were by a pool. My date in the dream (not Martin) picked me up and tried to throw me in the pool. As I went flying through the air, I was more worried about people seeing down my dress rather than the dress being ruined.

Last night I dreamed that out hot water tank burst, and the whole house was being flooded with water. The hot water tank is downstairs, but in my dream the water was flowing from downstairs.

Sonyar - how you pronounce "to dream" in Spanish. I couldn't find the "n" with the little squiggle, so there you go.

This is a dream blog. None of this stuff is real, so don't anybody get mad at me for what I write in here.

Last night I dreamed that I had some friends over to my house to watch movies, but it wasn't my house. Not the outside, anyway. Corey comes first, and he assigns himself the job of handing out bath towels to everyone who walks by. He's like one of those annoying pool boys at hotels who just won't leave you alone. He's even dressed like one.

Then Vikki shows up. She comes in one of those huge vans that can hold about a million people. She jumps out, and two others girls follow her. One is tall, blonde, and pretty. The other is short and fat, with long dark hair that looks really greasy. Vikki asks if its alright that she brought some of her own friends. I say okay, even though I don't want those two anywhere near me.

We don't go inside right away. Instead, we hang out outside. My backyard was almost exactly like the park where Toasti had her open house - paths to walk on, a swing, a pond, lots of tall grass and pretty flowers. For some reason we have a boat in that itty bitty pond. The boat switches between being a motor boat and a house boat. So Corey and I are on the house boat, and he's trying to give me a towel. I decide I need to head back to the house, so I jump into the water. As I swim along, I say "woosh woosh woosh", which somehow makes me go faster. I get to shore, and there stands Stuart Z., a kid I went to elementary school with (he looked like he did in the senior picture he had in the newspaper a few days ago). He gave me kind of an odd look, shrugged, and went back to whatever it was he was doing (I think he was fishing).