i had a late night last night. i took a nap today and had the most awful dream about my friend brock. i'm not entirely sure why. i need to email him tomorrow. i'm too tired to do a good job of it tonight.

we were in some building that i've never been in before. it was huge. there was some sort of convention or something going on. people were walking all over the place. i saw my friend brock, and i ran up to say hi to him. he barely paid attention to me and pointed behind him. i realized that i'd mistaken his twin brother brent for him (they look very similar but not at all close enough alike to mistake them for each other). brock had cut all of his hair off. his eyes were rimmed with red. he'd been doing a lot of drugs. i was so upset by this. he was being mean to me, and generally rude to most people. finally, i told him he was hurting my feelings, and i could tell he felt bad.. but he liked the drugs too much. then i woke up.

it doesn't sound so bad, but it really was. i was so hurt and upset when i woke up. i still am. the thing is, brock is fine. i hate dreams that do that.