October 7, 2001

Dear Diary,

It is now about 8:30 am. Last night I had the weirdest dreams! What made them even freakier was that they were all in a sequence. 
The first one that I remember started off that I and about ten other kids were in this circle. There was were bars all around us. If we jumped out, these little alein things would attack you. There was this person up in this window type thing who had a key. If you jumped out and entered it in the keyhole, then all the aleins would disappear and all the kids would be free. Then everyone would drop down and be at another level. This is the only one I remember clearly but there were about three more. Oh, ps. Jackson was in all of them!


Dear Diary,

It's me again. It's still about 8:45. On Thursday our music teacher, Mr. Flash (who is so cool) came and told me that I was the old three hundred in our play. The play that we were going to do was called "The Ghost of Bonham Elementary." This play I loved for two reasons. One because it was cool and two Jackson C. wrote it!! As you know, diary, That I have this major crush on him because he is so cute! Anyway, That was the play we were going to do but we thought it would scare the little kids. So now we are going to do a play on the history of Texas and I am part of the Old Three Hundred. You will never believe my luck! If you, diary, thougt that it was good you are so totally wrong. It's not exactly good or bad. Well if I told you that I am Tim C.'s wife what would you say. Well believe it or not, I am. Well that's about it for today. Or as they say, "That's a wrap, folks!


Dear Diary, 

Its still the same day same time. I don't know if you've noticed but I have said something about Jackson in all but ONE of my entrys you would be to if you knew how cute h is! That's a wrap, folks! (Ha Ha!) _______________________________________________________________

I wish I still wrote my dreams down as often as I did as a kid. I know I still have vivid dreams, but sitting here now, I can't remember the last dream I had, especially not in any kind of detail. Maybe I'll start a dream journal...