A Journal Sure to be Forgotten

So I watched LOST this evening and it was simply superb, but to be nice, I shall post about it under the cut.

It was a really weird dream actually. I had escaped from somewhere, I wasn't actually imprisoned, but still it felt like escaping. I found myself at a small town fair/carnival thing. I began to run to a ride that was empty and instead of the bars that usually make up the line they had fences. At the very end in a corner was Terry O'Quinn aka Locke from LOST with a camera and he took my picture. Then he wanted me to redo what I was doing b/c he didn't like the first picture. He then got upset b/c  I don't take good photos. I made my way down to his corner and he was sitting in this barrel thing. I tried to tell him that I could do it again or whatever, but he just waved me off. We kind of stared at each other for a bit before I said "So, LOST was interesting." He then looked kind of angry and shrunk down into his can. It filled with water and made a kind of whirlpool and he went under. Then it cleared and he was gone. Suddenly there were tons of people in line and I turned to say "He's like a Houdini!" And I decided there were too many people and left. I spent the remainder of the dream hiding and looking for people to tell I met Terry O'Quinn. It was odd.

Danielle