last night, i actually woke myself up screaming from nightmares. so today, i decided to go down in my dad's basement...alone (usually i make the dog go down with me...but i was feeling brave, plus, she was outside...poopin). i didn't have bad dreams about that basement, hell, i never have, but for some reason it's petrifying to me. nothing bad has ever happened there and i have no real reason to fear it, but, for all of my life, (including my adult life) it has been...well, just plain scary. i love it down there as much as i fear it...i'm like that with a lot of things in life i spose.
