I was just reading sum of Beckett's posts and I'm kind of worried about him. They don;t make any sense. I mean even less sense than usual. I'm sure he's okay, though.
I want to write down this really weird dream I had. In it, I was crossing the street and there was this real small cat. Like really really small. Smaller than in real life. More like the size of a really big insect or something. I was crossing the street with it, and kind of letting me follow it home, and I was going to take care of it because I could tell it needed help. Then this guy on a bike came flying up and ran over it. It got dragged a little and I ran over to the guy on the bike and was going to beat him up, which is weird, because I've never been in a fight. I could tell he didn;t mean to do it though, and he couldn;t really have seen the cat it was so small. I looked at the cat and it was all crushed up. I hoped maybe it was okay or at least not dead, but it was all lumpy and weird now. Then I looked around and I saw that their were a bunch of little cats crushed all over the place, and I hoped they weren't all dead, but I looked down at one, and saw that it turned from sort of flat and lumpy into this thin white liquid, like milk, and I new they were all dead.
I have no idea what it means, but I was really scared when I woke up.