everytime i wake up i try to figure out the reason why i have the dreams i do. ya know dreaming is a way for the brain to sift through all of the info that's has been put in during the course of the day. so i usually try to figure out what would've triggered certain parts of the dream from what happened the day before. so with all that said, let me tell you about my dream...

i had a lot of youth-from my first church back in alabama-over at my parents' house to all spend the night. ya know, sort of like a lock-in, except at the house instead of the church. they ended up writing all over the walls in the kitchen. and then the dream switched over very quickly to me being outside at a parade and i had a baby with me that i was calling my niece. i needed to find a bathroom, but couldn't. so for some reason unknownst to me, i just started walking. and i reached a certain point and decided that was good and just turned back around and started walking back to where i came from. while walking back i picked up the baby i had with me and it turned into a headless baby! and it didn't seem strange to me at all. i thought, "people probably think it's wierd that my baby doesn't have a head, but it's not really that strange. the head will grow on as he gets older." (meaning that this was my son, not my niece that i had with me.)

and then i woke up.

i can point out all of the different things that happened yesterday that would've caused each part of the dream. i won't bore you with all of those details, but i will tell you about the last part-the headless baby. yesterday, jeff, susan, and i went into banana republic after eating at cafe lalo. their manicans (is that the right spelling?) have no heads. there was one that i absolutely loved the outfit (for males). so as i was standing by it i put my arm in his and told susan and jeff that i needed a guy that would wear this outfit. susan ended up taking a picture of me and the headless guy. so you get the picture...me and a headless guy-we'd have a headless son...right?