Gee, I'm having weird dreams lately. I don't know what to blame it on. The cold disturbing my sleep? The fact that despite all thay my (new! fluffy!) doona seems to make things actually too hot? It could be anything, I suppose.

Thursday night, I was a sul'dam. (I just finished reading Winter's Heart, the ninth Robert Jordan, I told you that, right?) I, and my fellow sul'dam were taking our two damane and escaping. We were also taking a geranium in a pot. The geranium was important. I don't remember why. We were escaping from my parents' bedroom back in my old house in Gladstone. I thought we were busted for sure when another sul'dam came up the corridor and went to the toilet, which is directly across from the bedroom, but I shoved my friend into the cupboard (which was still full of all my mother's clothes) and pretended to be going to bed, and shut the door. Aren't I clever? Then I packed all my clothes, which for some reason were sitting in a hamper under my father's desk. Just as we were jumping out the window (a tight squeeze; I could barely make it through when I was breaking in at 15), I woke up.

And now I don't remember what I was dreaming an hour ago. Damn. But it was weird. Trust me on this.