Whoa, what a weird day. I went to Filipino kickboxing this morning, came back, read a little for marketing, went back for demo team practice, then came back to study more. While I was reading, I fell asleep in a very strange position. What was weirder was the dream I had...

I dreamt that I was with my friend Chris in the car and we were trying to head back to the martial arts center because he had training for the Kali tournament at the end of May. I don't remember why I was the one driving, but for some reason, I took a wrong ramp trying to get on I-35. I got on a ramp where people are supposed to get off to go the opposite direction. So I braked really hard and I hit someone. I didn't hit them very hard and Chris kept telling me that I hadn't hit them because you could hardly feel anything. Well, I pulled over and the couple in the car got out and I apologized profusely. Well, I don't know why, but the couple got in their car and Chris and I went to an apartment complex. The apartment complex was Sterling, but it wasn't where I lived, apparently because I didn't know where anything was. We lost track of the couple, and we were really happy because we didn't give them either of our names, nor did I give them any insurance information to get their car fixed. We were so happy we decided to celebrate and bought drinks at the Sterling bar. (mind you there is no bar whatsoever at Sterling in reality) Chris and I got hammered.....intermission...(stuff happened here, I can't remember what though)....Well eventually we ended up at the Center and Larry (my instructor) was kind of angry because Chris was really late. We left after practice and went back to Sterling. Then, these people said they wanted to film us, like for a documentary. We thought it was for kickboxing or something, so we were cool with it. Well, we didn't do anything kickboxing, rather we just talked to the couple for a while that were trying to film us. I think the couple had the faces of some aquaintances of mine I met through another friend, but they didn't have their personalities. We ended up on a roof of like an office building. I don't know why. (Now for the creepy part.) The couple all of a sudden revealed to us that they were working for the couple I had hit a few hours earlier in my car. I turn around and Chris is looking at me with the saddest eyes I have ever seen (or dreamt). Then he fell. Chris was dead. I turn back around and the couple we had hit earlier showed up and was laughing. By that time I was frantically bawling and I started running. I ran to Sterling and then I woke up. It was three hours later and I was sweating.

I think I agree with Ricky that if you are really hot while you are sleeping, you have very violent, frantic dreams. You yourself may not always die in them but someone usually does. I'm never sleeping with the AC off again.