A Journal Sure to be Forgotten

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

I'm currently working on developing some photography skills. Although there's always the constant honing of my writing abilities. The more I've been writing, the more stuff I actually like. That's it.