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OK TRY AGAIN LIZZIE

I woke up at approx. 4AM and thought WHAT A GREAT TIME TO STUDY STATISTICS so I did.
I heard my mom wake up at 5:30 so I went downstairs to say hello/play with my rabbit and my poodle. I drank some delicious V8 Splash and took a vitamin because I always forget to take my vitamin!
This proved to be a horrible idea because after I decided to go back to sleep at 6, I was JOLTED awake and had to rush to the bathroom to projectile vomit my V8 Splash.
Later I was able to go back to sleep, this is the dream I had:

I was walking down Line Ave. attempting to walk toward Southfield but somehow I got completely turned around and was almost at Stoner when I finally realized I was going the wrong way. I was really confused about how I didn't notice that I was going the wrong direction. I saw someone I knew and told them about how I was disoriented. I was about to walk back home but she said "why don't you take the bus!" which happened to be RIGHT THERE (so convenient in dreams).
On the bus I saw Emily Birdwell, she told the bus driver to take me to my house. Not just my street, but my house. And Emily came with me.
While on the bus, or maybe while I was walking, I received a text message from Crystal that said "lizard dieies" which clearly meant that my lizard had died. (I don't know anyone named Crystal.)
When I got home, there was a party in my backyard and I had to step over people to get inside. I went to check on Oz, my lizard, and there were flies flying around his little cave. Then he started crawling around his cage and breaking into little pieces. I felt really bad.
I decided to take a shower, and Emily decided to sit in my bathroom on a nonexistent chair to look at magazines from my magazine tower (which isn't real). I kept having to go downstairs about 500 times to get shampoo because I kept getting the wrong kinds when I wanted "Massive Attack" brand. btw, I don't think that is a real brand and I certainly don't use it if it is. Why was my shampoo downstairs anyway?
Sometime around then I woke up, and I saw what appeared to be a tiny glowing alien pod in my dresser.

Then I went to get stats help from Dr. Weeks.

Now I am probably going to go back to sleep again after I watch this show about rescuing sea turtles on Animal Planet. They get caught up in barbed lines (for fishing) and sometimes they die.
This is awful and needs to be stopped. Sea turtles are far too cute to be killed like that.