Stabbing at Lions

My dreams are getting pretty ridiculous. As in I wished they haven't been horrible for the last three or four days.
And then I had a dream where I had to fight off a lion in a small room barely separated by a peice of carboard with a hole in it. I found a knife laying around (go figure, but whew) and stabbed the lion through the hole repeatedly, until the next one came in which somehow i forced myself awake. In my dream the lion fight must have lasted 15 minutes, and was terrifyingly realistic. The worst part was that I hid in that room while my friends had to fight whatever other beasts were out to devour them outside. Woohoo...I was not brave at all.

And now I am somewhat afraid to go to sleep.

In other news, I finished My Sister's Keeper and have sufficiently cried my head off. The next book I will read from my list will be The Color Of Water, I think.

Uyyyyy esta noche, no se si voy a dormir.