I recently mentioned to a friend that she should turn my dreams into fantasy novels. This one wouldn't be exactly fantasy, but it certainly was fantastic...

Roomie and I were locked in a vicious competition with my mother to see who could make the best Japanese candies. Mother had laid out all of her ingredients in the shape of a person, so Vee and I just stole some of hers, because we didn't know how to make the things. When she found out she was super mad and told me to go look in her cupboard for her recipe. When I was looking through her stuff I came across all these cool little sculptures and medals from her Bible school Olympics. She had one medals for high jump, baking, and sculpture and none of us had ever known. We had a weird conversation about her past, and then Vee and her boyfriend and I boarded a plane to Japan to learn how the sculptures were made. We had a layover in Germany, so we went to the airport's mall and looked at bicycles. We ran into Little Shantzy and Mike Harris, who went to high school with me, and we wandered around attempting to speak German without pissing anyone off. We found a store selling hats and checked some out. Most of them were straw hats, which annoyed me. We found a few that were super cool and tried them on. Little Shantzy bought a captain hat. Then we were looking through this hair products boutique (it was all that göt2be brand. I guess that's all Germany is to me.) and there were a bunch of tweens in there screaming really obnoxiously, so we left. Little Shantzy and Mike left then, and Danny, Vanessa and I went to see a movie. We were sitting in the theatre goofing around and waiting for the movie to start when an usher came up to us. We had scammed a few of the footstools that were reserved for seniors and he needed a few of them. Apparently a group of 7 seniors had come in to see the film and they were running short. Then Vee blurted out "Seven? That's SO MANY!!!" and Danny and I cracked up. The usher looked shocked and took our footstools and left, and Vanessa was so embarrassed that she could barely watch the movie.
That's all I remember.

Sorry to embarrass you in my dream, buddy!

My new therapist lady gave me a Social Anxiety self-help book. Isn't that what I'm paying her for? Lame!

Older sister is visiting in 2 days. Fun times! I hope...