hillary was really upset at the gas station and i said, just go to the bathroom and you'll feel better. so she's going in the bathroom and i turn around and there is joanna nazzro. i'm like wow she's wearing blue and reading something and she has short hair with highlights... must be jo. so i'm like.. well i'm going to look natural so when i turn around, she'll never know i saw her in the first place so i pretend i'm looking at gum and candy and she walks by and i'm like oh hi. and we're talking for a while and hillary comes out of the bathroom and there she is STILL crying. i'm like stop, please stop. Joanna was comforting her strangely enough, and Hillary says she wants to move into an appartment. She asks Joanna if she will. If she'll move to UCONN with her and live in an apartment with her. I'm then sulking in the corner because i'm thinking how DARE she. She's taking Joanna away from me (although, the reality is I will never have never had Joanna... and Hillary would have more of a chance than i) and I ran into the SUV and it must've been a ford explorer and it was snowy outside. I was crying in the SUV and hillary was still making plans for an appartment and not getting the hint GR.
Joanna leaves and I end up in prison or something with .. hillary? I think it was Hillary or someone. Not sure. we were running and running for an open door and we finally found one that wasnt locked and hill looked at me and whispered really loud and said lets go. i'm like okay and she RUNS soooo far into the woods far away and i can't believe how far she is. i can't see her anywhere and some guy is trying to help me get help for us (even though I've completely lost hill at this point). and I'm calling Kelly's cell phone for Joanna's cell phone number thinking Joanna is the only one who knows where we are and she can help. and i guess now she's in love with hillary so she can help.
and thats the end. i had another dream but i can't remember what it is.
love ya
OH and Hillary, if you get this dont forget to email me the thingy? or sign my guestbook even? i don't care