The birthplace of Elvis Presley in Tupelo, MS. This photo was taken on a trip I made back to Mississippi in August of 2005.
Tonight I lie awake and wonder
If our love was torn asunder
How would I ever make it on my own…
This morning, I woke up feeling particularly snarky. In recent months, with exception to times I was sick, I have always woke up in a blissfully sunny mood, but not today. And I am sure it is from what I like to call emotional residue from a dream I had.
Tonight, I saw Dark Knight for the second time, this time in an IMAX. Amazing sound, as in the effects pound through your chest, and much better picture quality and size. But aside from the thrilling effects, great acting from the lead characters, there were many situations where I found myself questioning my own morals.
Several weeks ago on a whim, I purchased Best of Mad Libs. During the beginning phase of the first move (I am moving all my stuff over to my fiancÃ©’s place at the end of this month, and at the end of next month, we are moving into a larger apartment), I brought over a bunch of books, including the Mad Libs.
Video of funny tennis moments with Andy Roddick, Andre Agassi, Anna Kournikova and more.
I have noticed that if I am having some sort of physical pain, it finds its way into my dreams. For example, many years ago, I remember this vivid dream that I was standing in the middle of a dark maroon room. The room had glass walls. All around the outside of this room, there were vampires, standing and staring at me. Telepathically, as they stared at me, they sent sharp, stabbing pains towards my stomach, like being punctured over and over again by invisible swords, and there was nothing I could do but stand there and suffer.
This was a very complex dream, considering all of the ethical and moral dilemnas that were brought up.