Dreams

   Last night I stayed up talking to friends again. On the computer anyway.
When I went to bed I tried listening to my Zune (basically an iPod) but the battery died.
Ive been using music lately to distract me so when Im laying down alone, sad thoughts dont creep in. I guess I was too tired to let that happen (fortunately) but I still had dreams. Which isnt always good.
I had 2 bad dreams. I call them "bad dreams" because they arent really nightmares. A nightmare is something that makes me feel scared and effects my mood when I wake up. A bad dream just depresses me and/or freaks me out.
My first dream was about baseball. It was some team against the Reds. I was apparently on the Red's team. The old manager (whoever that is) was up to bat. He was about ready, then he put his bat down and walked up to the pitcher and yelled at him about something and was crying, I think.
Later I was in this gunstore that the manager owned (weird) and there were 7 or so masked people outside beating up some guy. They had some guns and this guy was screaming. I yelled at the manager to give me a gun, or a grenade, but he couldnt. He was tied up or something, so all I could do was stand there and watch these people murder this poor man.
My next dream was that I drove over to Katie's house with my family. Her mom, dad, and brother were outside. My parents were walking with me to our car. Supposedly we left our car at their place after all this time and we went over to go get it. I walked up to the car and heard katie's footsteps behind me. A part of me didnt want to see her, because I knew it would hurt too much, and another, deeper part wanted to hug her. Eventually I turned around and she was "frollocking" and running around, as if I wasn't even there. A part of me was so angry I wanted to scream at her "How is he? Is he a good fuck?".
I made my self say nothing, and then I woke up.

Its weird. because I hate baseball, but katie's dad and brother are very involved with it.
What a shitty morning.
I need to send her that CD.