The Recurring Nightmare

For a while, I've been having a nightmare that is always based around the same subject: I'm pregnant with a baby that isn't entirely human.
I'm famous for having very bizarre and vivid dreams, and this dream that continues to haunt me some nights, is one of the strangest. Depending, of course, on how you determine strangeness.
The dreams in this area are always very closely related. Here is how this dream always works:

1. I wake up and find that my left side is sort of swollen towards my hip. 
2. I ignore it, and continue doing whatever it was I was doing before.
3. It starts to swell larger and when I look at it for the second time, I can see the faint outline of a sort of embryo. (That part always freaks me out because of course it's a dream and I always think it's really happening.) 
4. I watch it, and as I do, both the swelling and the embryo grow larger by the second. 
5. I can, at that point, see the outline of a baby's body pressed up against the inside of my skin.
6. I don't know what to do, so I start to panic.  
7. The baby-thing somehow moves from the inside of my side, to the outside. It is still in sort of a film and it clings onto my side. 
8. This part changes. In some of these dreams, something kills the baby-creature-thing. In one of the dreams, it's my friend Kimberlee that tears the umbilical cord accidentally and kills it. Sometimes I fall and the baby-thing dies. Other times it lives past this. 
9. In this dream, the baby-creature lives. 
10. It sort of breaks free from the film thing that is around it, and I catch it before it falls. 
11. In this dream, it had a head full of black hair, and was about the size of a toddler. A very sickly toddler with pale, greenish skin and bony limbs. 
12. I brought the baby-thing into my mom's room and ask her how this has happened. She always tells me that it's an unexplained medical mystery, and we can't keep the baby-thing. 
13. So in this dream, I set the baby-thing on the floor to play with a toy, and notice that his toes are sort of curled and more like claws. His fingers are the same. When I glance over at him again, as my mother starts the car, I notice that he is now a small black dog. (Any of you who would like to try to figure out if this dream means anything, have at it.) 
14. I load the dog into the car, and my mom drives out to a very large field bordered by neighborhoods. 
15. She tells me to let him go, and I do. Some part of me is sad to see the baby-dog-thing go away though. 
16. As it runs off, it changes into a cat, and the last thing that happened in the dream I had Last night:
17. I scream after it, "Jersey!!!" 

Yep, my dreams make no sense folks. No sense at all.
Like I said before, feel free to interpret that however you will and leave what you think it could mean in the comments below :)

Peace, Love, and...WHAT ARE THEY FEEDING ME?!
Sara

Sleep!

Here's a very "Inception" style picture I took when I was on the boat in Destin :)

I really wanted to go to sleep, but then I realized that I hadn't blogged all day! And since this has become somewhat of an addiction, I had to :) Now you get a slightly sleep deprived post from me, but that's cool :)
Anyone else hate when it when you really want to go to sleep but you can't turn your brain off? That happens to me all the time. It doesn't help at all that once I do fall asleep, I have very vivid dreams. I always remember my dreams, it's sorta sad knowing that a lot of people barely remember anything from their own dreams.
I know Kimberlee probably thinks it's weird that when I have a really detailed dream, I write it all down in a spiral notebook. Sometimes they take up about four pages front and back or more.
I love dreaming because you feel like whatever is going on, even if it's completely impossible, you believe it in that moment.
Well, before I close my eyes, I'd like to say thanks for still reading this y'all :)

~Sara

Why I'm changing the name of my bucket list :)

My bucket list has mostly to do with Australia :) You may have noticed :)
The reason behind this is that one of my biggest dreams, is to one day move to Australia.
The more I learn about it, the more I'm positive that it's where I need to be.

Sure, I'm young and there's a million and one variables that will determine my future. But what are dreams?
They're the things that you hope for. The things you look forward to in life.
So what if my dreams are far fetched? All that means is that I have ambition.
I've grown up in a small town with plenty of great people, and don't get me wrong. It's a great place.
But I've always known that it's not the place for me to stay.

And sure, I'll come back and visit. But most likely, not that often.
Kimberlee says she wouldn't like living in a big city becuase of the crime rates, but bad things happen everywhere. When most bad things happen, it isn't because you're living in a big city. Bad things are mostly coincidences. They happen because you happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I won't stay here because of the security of a small town, I'll leave so that I can achieve the dreams that I want more than anything.

We spend our whole lives dreaming, and not enough time living. So why aspire to do great things when you don't live in an enviroment to actually act on them?

I'm not saying small towns are bad at all. I loved growing up here. I just want to go out and experience the world for everything that it is. Sure, there will be a lot of bad, but that's the world for you. For every three bad things, there are five great things.

So I'm changing the title of my "bucket list" to my "dream list" :)

~Sara