Unknown? How am I supposed to think of something witty every time? Pretend please.

So guys, this is pretty exciting news.

First of all, I have *dun dun dun DUUNN!!* fallen back in love with reading. I've been getting jealous of people reading their darn books around me.

Second of all, I had the craziest dream ever last night... :/

Note on the first wonderful news: We have 16 bookshelves in our whole entire house, and I feel like i've read every single interesting book. I've been crawling in crawl spaces, and been trying to find new books. I'm out of luck.

Note on the second wonderful bit of news: I'll just post my dream super quick.

Uh, wait. Background first. When 9/11 happened, I was 8 years old. Planes got louder, and it honestly freaked me out. With my Mom's good natured "The-end-of-the-world-is-near-we're-all-going-to-die-but-that's-fine-because-it'll-be-fun" speech, I was terrified that one of those planes was going to crash right bang in the middle over me, and there they would find me, dead.

Every time I would hear a loud plane, I was literally sit there with my hands over my ears and ask sweet Jesus to 'forgive me and to please let me into heaven.' (If you've ever feared death, I think you know the precise two second prayer)

So, anyhoo. My dream:
I was at the prayer furnace (my church) and it was a big night with a lot of people there. Me and my friend decided to go outside and take a walk. Two other friends asked if they could join, so we all started walking outside. I heard the plane, and looked up, and about a block ahead of the church, there was a plane diving, nose-down, smoke billowing everywhere. I freaked out. I knew that we should start running because the fire (or something) would start going towards us, but the other two friends decided that we shouldn't care, and just watch. I heard it crash, and then the whole entire church blew up, and ended up as just a sooty piled mess. Me and my friend started running over because our families were in there, and we were sure that they died. :( So, as we were running in, the church was rebuilt, it was like magic. (haha) and everything was perfectly perfect, except for the front of the church. Everyone inside was fine, and everyone didn't even know what happened. They kept on looking like lil' birdies poking up their heads, muttering, "What was that?" or "Man, that was weird."

Okay. Weird dream right? I was frightened silly when I woke up. It was a 5 minute dream. (I dreamt it between hitting the snooze button) Craaazzzzyyy.

Well. Whoever read this, I love ya. (I think)