I had a strange dream last night. I was on a stage, and there were tons of people watching me. I was singing and dancing, and there were others with me, but I couldn't see their faces, or hear their voices. When I woke up, I felt sad, like I was missing something. A part of me wants to think that maybe it was a memory, but at the same time, I don't believe it is. I mean, why would I ever be singing on a stage anyway? That would mean I was an Idol, and I think I would remember something as huge as that, right?

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I got to see some dogs today. Comme Des and Garcon. They're so cute and they were really friendly. I really like dogs, I can imagine having a few. Maybe I had dogs before the accident. I'm pretty sure I did actually. I hope they're okay. That someone found them and that they're being taken care of. I would feel horrible it they were just left to themselves in my house, alone and scared and not sure when I was coming back, wondering if they'd ever see me again... Great, now I'm depressed.

On another note, I found out where all the flowers are coming from. That wierd guy I yelled at for coming into my room brings them. The nurse told me that he comes by every day when I'm sleeping and takes care of them, taking out the dead ones and making sure they have water and sun and stuff. I asked the nurse why he didn't just get me a potted plant. It would probably be easier, and definitely more cost-effective. The nurse laughed and said that it's bad luck to give a potted plant to someone in a hospital. That it encourages illness to grow roots and prolong the patient's stay. But I still don't get why he comes by every day. Once a week would be more than enough, right?

God that guy is weird.

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