dreams.

For the last two nights I've had dreams that I was either meeting Jim Morrison or in the same room as Jim Morrison.

That only means one thing....

That if we were alive at the same time we would probably be married and driving across the United States in a VW Bus and he would tell me how much he loves me every day.

I have no idea what else those dreams could mean.

my heart is in san francisco.

Remember how much I love San Francisco? Remember how I wish I was going there this weekend? Remember how I spent all Friday at work looking at pictures from San Francisco? Remember when I said remember when too much in one blog post? I've been there twice, once when I was a senior and again last Summer. I don't plan on ever leaving Utah as far as living goes. However, if I could live anywhere else in the world besides here (and Denmark, of course) I would choose San Francisco. Where would you choose?