For anyone who's truly read my entries you know I rarely recall my dreams. Today's a day I wish it were not permanently imprinted on my brain. Somewhere between 6am & 7am, or perhaps the whole hour, I started dreaming that my lifelong best friend, Nicki, was being severely beaten by her husband (who she's been with since she was 14). I screamed, I cried, I begged & pleaded with him to stop. He never even acknowledged me and she merely cried from pain but never once made a sound or said a word. In the dream the beating lasted about 20 minutes, non stop...til I woke up, thankfully!!

The minute my eyes opened I texted her to make sure she was okay. Shit like that is too real to me and I truly hate when dreams are so damn life like that it wakes you up because you probably wouldn't be able to deal if you kept dreaming it. That's my opinion anyways!

In other news...I miss Mike. That fucking simple. :(