disturbing dream

last night, i had a really disturbing dream.

basically, what happened was i was dead, and the dream took place at my funeral.
however, the only ppl who attended it were my parents.
my brother was over at a friend's house, saying that socializing was more important to him than my death.
my dad was talking on the phone, and my mom was laughing in a very sinister manner while my corpse was being buried.

i mean, idk if that dream had some sort of important meaning behind it, but it scared the shit out of me.
and i think its even freakier cuz as of late, i've been thinking a lot more about death and depression.

let the blogging begin!

well so my attempts to restart xanga failed miserably.
but that was quite possibly the best social networking site ever.
fb and myspace are good and all, but unlike xanga, you cant share your thoughts and feelings, and you cant meaningfully socialize on them.
but then again, i guess xanga/blogger is pretty much the same thing
so with that said, all i wanna say is:
hello blogger! im excited to walk w/ you for a while! hopefully our relationship will last! :)
i hope somebody reads this...