I woke up this morning from the wierdest dream. Somehow I, and all the people closest to me, were back in the house where I grew up in Baltimore and were moving out, but something went wrong and so we were moving back into this house. However, this is a place I never *ever* want to see/live in/live near again. *bleah* Talk about a place with absolutely no fond memories and plenty of bad ones. Now if I could only figure out why my subconcious chose that for the subject of my dream I'd be golden.