It sounds like I'm trying to cast a spell in some Harry Potter movie...

Anyways, I have joined Astrum Venatus, 's lovely OCT. We shall see what lovely adventures this sets me on (oh man, writing this journal at 7:00AM has probably killed any hope for the best spelling and grammar). It should be fun, as well as get my arsey bum in gear writing-wise.

On a random tangent, why am I certain that's a rare thing to dream about man-made ecological nightmares?

Ok, backstory.
Over summer, I went camping with a bunch of my friends. Near the site, there was a creek, about eight feet wide at it's outlet. The two guys I was with, being the morons they were, decided to dam it up. They returned to the creek this winter to find ice ten feet away from said outlet. In short, they fucked things up good.
Now for the dream. I dream the weirdest things.
My family and I went camping to find said creek forked and turned into two crystal clear versions of the miniature Mississippi. And it was up to us to get rid of the mud and stick dam (which, let's face it, isn't standing up to a raging anything) and return the creek to it's natural state. For the win.

I don't have any idea why I found that important enough to journalize, but it's early, I didn't sleep, and I have to suffer through Systemic Phys in just under an hour. Summary: I don't care.

Yes, I'm a ray of sunshine on school mornings.





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