return of the pooh

another dream from last night.
only it didnt involve pooh bear this time.
it was the striped beast, tigger.
argh.
he was like a crazy, hyperactive, seemingly drugged, stuffed, oversized, tiger-looking pogo stick.
he kinda shaked the ground with every bounce he took and kinda eventually managed to catch me and bounce me six feet under after some time.
i woke up with a huge shock, realizing that every single thing was flung all over my room, leaving me only clinging to my bedsheet.
sigh.
i needa find out where these nightmares are coming from.

spencer.