Last night, I slept in here [the "computer" room] because Robbie stays up until 6am now, and I had to wake up early.

My frist dream was rather lovely. Trent Reznor, of course, was beautiful in it. I woke up at 4am, watched TV with Robbie, and then went back to bed. My second dream was not so pleasant.

I can't remember all the details of what led up to it, but I was standing on a bridge, watching trains go by underneath me.
I was with someone, but I can't remember to. I think it was ashley becker again. She's been in all of my dreams lately.
These two trains were carrying a lot of people that I knew in them. Random people I remember from Junior high, and high school, and most  of them I hadn't seen since elementary school.
So this is the layout; one train carrying very nice cars was on the far left track, the other train carrying less fancy cars was next to that track on the left but not that far.
Something happened, and the not so nice cars started tipping over to the right, and all of the cars fell. I was freaking the hell out, because that was the car with all the kids I knew from elementary school. I ran after the train [as if I could really do something... lowl] and I watched the cars, in slow motion, run right into a stopped train that was sitting in the middle of all the track that were lined-up.
One car flipped around, and I could see horrified, screaming faces of people I knew. I was hysterical. Whoever I was with was trying to hold me back, but I kept running right towards the car.
The car flipped over, and I thought it all looked safe enough, that at least one of the people could've survived. I ran right up to the car after it had fallen for the last time, and everything had stopped moving, and lifted up the front of the car that had fallen off and trapped everyone inside. I thought to myself "At least one person has to be alive. Just one."
When I used my super human strength to create an opening, I looked into the car, and everyone was dead. Everyone. They were smashed to pieces, most of their eyes were opened and their faces were permentently frozen with the looks of despair written all over them.
There were teeth everywhere, and I assumed it was from being bashed against the wall.
In my dream, I quickly turned away, but in my mind, I was staring right at the mess.

It's burnt into my head, really. So far today, all I can think about is that dream, and what the fuck it's supposed to mean.

Needless to say, today I went to the Obama place to interview with that Colin guy... and this girl I actually only knew from Junior High was there. Her name is Jasmine. It was really weird, cool, and telling of the whole dream thing, especially since she was there.
I don't know, really, what it's supposed to mean, but so far a lot of my dream is coming true. I just hope the rest of it doesn't.......



Ahhhggg.