Trout

I like blogging my dreams, i like to remember them in case they have any significance later.

Last night Paul was trying to catch trout for some reason, or he had some trout, a lot of it, in a bag, we were in a warehouse or something then we couldn't find his trout it was gone. for some reason we had to leave, and quickly. i couldn't run on my legs though, i had to run on my hands, i ran faster that way, when we got to where the car was i had to jump over a fence, i saw a white car parked next to mine, in it was my mom, dad, & sister. Sister was bawling hysterically, mom was very solemn like when something bad happens but she is trying to hid it, and dad was just there, i asked mom what was wrong she said 'nothing' i asked sister and between her sobs she said ' tom is going to start charging from myspace'

i guess in my dreams myspace did ruin my sisters life.