Becca,

Thanks for posting what I sent you. I don't know why it won't let me post at work. Probably because work is LAME!!!!

That is all for now.

Luna

Becca,

My initial analysis of that dream. You shouldn't be eating spicy nacho cheese right before you go to bed. Also, lay off the booze.

I can honestly tell you that you are not going to literally sit on a baby and kill it when you baby sit tomorrow. You might be asking yourself how I can be so sure. That's because I'm psychic. See, I've been watching so much Psych lately that I have literally developed super human powers. Immediately after reading your post, I consulted the psychic realm for answers and a vision came to me of you NOT sitting on babies. Just make sure you don't accidentally poison them.

That last sentence probably didn't help much. Don't worry I was joking. Or was I? I was. Not. Kidding. Actually I'm serious. About joking.

I have never met someone with dreams as vivid and strange as you. Congratulations. Your certificiate is in the mail.

I'm taking Monday off and I have NO IDEA what to do? I'm super excited about it though. Suggestions on day off activities?

I found some clear and black jewels that I'm going to glue onto my white feather for Carrie's wedding. It's a moon and three stars. So I will have a feather hair piece with the Luna symbol on it. Because I'm awesome.

I wish I was rich enough to afford a smart phone. I think I would really like using one.

K, well I'm gonna go make some money so I can buy an iPhone,

Luna

Rachel. I am getting on this ghost blog because I need to tell you about the dream I had. I woke up PANICKED. Tell me what you think.

Okay, so first of all, I was dating one of our friends. Well, I think he was trying to date me. We were snuggling, so let's hope dream Becca is wholesome enough to have some commitment first. You know, my subconscious is kind of a playa. I mean, I'm really making my way around the group. Anyway, not the point. We were at some place, I don't know where, and this man left his two premature twin infants there. So I pick them up and took them home with me and call the guy to let him know how irresponsible he had been and that he could pick them up at my house. So I take care of them. I pet them, I hush them, and I carry them everywhere with me. They are very small (being premies, duh), so I protect them from everyone, even my supposed male counterpart. Then, the guy arrives to pick them up, and suddenly I realize... I accidentally sat on them. I don't know how it happened, but I out of nowhere I am getting up off the couch, and the babies are underneath me. What?! So I pick them up, panicking, and see that one of them is still breathing; he is fine. THE OTHER ONE IS NOT. I stroke his little baby face, and nothing happens. And... he's also shaped like an octopus. Not that he is an octopus, but he is an octopus-shaped human. And he's dead!!! The father is furious, I am going crazy, and then I wake up.

Rachel, I literally BABY. SAT. I babysat a child to death. I am supposed to babysit tomorrow... is this a sign?! Am I going to kill one of them?!?!?????

LET ME KNOW.

Becca

test post... THIS BETTER WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!