I don't remember much about my dreams. I do, though, regretfully remember a dream I had the other night. All I really remember is that I married Sir Peter, and that we couldn't fuck because we had no birth control...
I swear, I do not control my dreams. This was a sick dream. I don't think I really wanted to be married to him. It must have been betrothal. I don't know why I'm posting this... it's quite embarrasing. I've had dreams, that I remember, about Anne and Dan, as well. This is really dumb, but it was Dan's funeral or something, and the one about Anne was just screwed up.
Goodnight all and happy dreaming.
~Sarah
