dream.

i had a dream last night that i knew i was going to die in a few days.  i was okay with it, though.  i was writing my last will & testament (all my friends got to pick through my clothes/jewelry/shoes; shane got my cds & dvds), and the one thing that i was really stressed over was who would get soda - my parents or shane.  i was really trying to figure out who she would have the best life with, and i knew that no matter which party i gave her to, the other would miss her terribly.  i woke up really sad.  but shane and i slept over 12 hours last night and from about 9am to 1pm he had his arms wrapped around me, so it was okay...