i've heard it said that most people dream in black and white. a really quick search on google tells me that this isn't really true. at the very least, i know that i dream in color. sometimes quite vivid color.

the other night, i had a fucking beautiful dream. i don't remember everything, but there were storms/tornado coming, so i hid in the basement of some random building, with some lady who was my art teacher. before the storms arrived though, the building had a walk-out basement, and i walked out back. in front of the building was city, in the back was semi-wilderness. kind of a parkish area, and then there was an enormous playground behind a school. i walked in that direction a bit and looked at the sky. it was semi-dark, the kind that storms bring, with golden setting-sunlight peaking through the ominous clouds. and, it was absolutely gorgeous. intimidating too, in that imminent storm sort of way. eventually i went back to the building and crouched down in a corner, trying to protect myself. the tornado never really came, i tried looking outside to see it, but wasn't able to.

later other random stuff happened involving my cousins and chickens and salt and pepper, but that's not really important :p