Slacker me

Today I saw the ex friend. I was doing something, not entirely sure what, and I was trying to gather things up that I knew were mine before she returned. She wasn't really happy to see me. actually she was really mean and wouldn't let me finish what I was doing and I had to leave rather quick. The next thing I know, I'm off to pick up someone, I think it was my brother. I was sitting in a car with this girl I didn't know when suddenly her door is jerked open by this stranger and he is trying to drag her out of the car. I throw the shift into reverse and manage to knock him over and I'm yelling for her to shut the door so we could go. We make it back to a house that I think is my family's and I'm worried. We get locked down but I can't help but feel like I've locked my brother out and he would have to fend off this weird zombie horde on his own. And it was like I was being blamed for that too- by locking him out.

Yesterday I was cutting across someone's yard and catching baby guinea pigs. I don't know why but even in sleep I still get that happy feeling when I see them. Even if it was to hide them elsewhere. I remember putting them in a room that looked like a screened in porch in a laundry basket and then having to leave rather quickly.

I need to not slack when it comes to writing this stuff down. There are occasions where I dream, wake, and the dream again and it's like I'm missing something when I don't quite make it to writing it.