I just though I had to change my previous journal
And my dream being one of the weirdest things lately I decided to share it. You all have been waiting for this, I know. >D _{(Especially you, ~ja-nina. Sorry for not posting a "IT'S SNOWING!!" journal. :*)}
So: I was in my old house. My old room, to be precise (but it wasn't on the 2nd floor as it used to, but in the basement. Wut). But somehow my new appartment was in the same building, just a couple of stories up. I'm with somebody there, but I can't recall who it was.
And then Paul McCartney walks in and starts to look for illegally downloaded music and movies - it wasn't there because that room was nearly all packed up just like it was when I was moving out, and all the cds were in my new flat. He's all nice and polite but he's got this hint of asshattery.
While searching through my stuff he wants to read my really old, unimportant elementary school diaries (like, "today was a sunny day. I went to school. It was nice" kind of thing), but I still was all "no way! You might be Paul McCartney but there are boundaries! You don't even have a search warrant...". Next thing I can remember is that we were small-talking about the Moomimtrolls. He says "nice elephants, they were". "They were hippos," I reply, and he laughs and nods his head and is back to look for the evidence of my piracy. When he's nearly done with that room he's like "all clear here", but I know he wants to go upstairs where all my cd's are (and he knows about them) so I wanna text ~nanamo so that she can hide all the stuff...

...but I wake up.
Hating Paul McCartney. So much.

I'm listetning to The Beatles at the moment but I think I'll never be able to listen to Paul the way I used to... don't laugh, I'm being serious here! I used to like him, dammit! Not my fav among the Fab Four, but still...

Shit, that dream was so weird.
Why do I always have such a bad sleep and nightmares whenever I wear socks at night?! >_____>;;;