Some friends came back to my place. We left one apartment and went to mine. Someone had a few cockroaches in their pant cuffs. They quickly bred and now my place is infested.

Dreams imitate life. Life inspires dreams.

I'm laying somewhere with someone. Is it a bed, or couch, or floor? I'm not sure. It's not KC. I'm drifting in and out of sleep. He kisses my cheek. It's wonderfully comforting. Our legs brush together and he says "When you do that, a fire goes all through me." KC lies down on the other side of me. I snuggle into him. A few minutes later, they both get up and talk in the living room. All I hear is KC say "You didn't think I was just going to let you kiss my girlfriend and get away with it."

Then, I wake up and realize KC is getting ready for work. Sleepily, I ask him "Did you kiss me on the cheek when you got up?" He did. He asked why I ask. "Oh, I dreamt about being kissed on the cheek."

Pointless dreams last night. Christian met us at the diner for breakfast. He had a new haircut. Short, flat-top. I felt my nose in the morning. The ring was gone and the hole had grown over. None of this actually happened.

I cried myself to sleep last night, but it was for the best. In my sleep, I was greeted by friends. All the people that, a few days ago, I dreamt hated me, and other people, loved me. They comforted me. They listened to me and hugged me and kissed me. They genuinely cared. They were sad that I was sad and angry at the cause of my sadness. It was the best dream I've had so far.

I woke up this morning from the second of those dreams I've had, so far, on the trip.

I'm frantically searching for a place to be alone. My groin's on fire and I want to soothe it. I eventually settle for locking myself in the bathroom and making do. It wasn't really good enough and I woke up frustrated.

I still don't know if I ever actually touch myself during sleeps like that.

There have been no reports of me talking in my sleep.

All the dreams I've had on the road were bad. They aren't really nightmares, but rather expressions of anxiety that I wasn't even aware I was feeling. Dreams of bad shows, returning to work to find everything changed (especially the prices of everything), friends disliking me, and generally all things gone wrong.

I talk in my sleep. I wonder what I'll say while on the road.

I'm not supposed to see you in Liverpool.

My dreams from last night are sketchy in my mind. Most of them were bad. I can only remember bits and pieces. Mainly just one bit from each one.

I dreamt:
-absolutely everyone, except for one person, hating me, very passionately.
-I wrapped a dead, hairless cat up in saran wrap (I think I was planning on taking it to the vet later, not eating it.
-An ugly, fat girl danced in front of me. The song was Kylie Minogue's Can't Get You Outta My Head. She was pretending to flirt with me to get to a friend of mine.
-I sat on a porch waiting to buy drugs; hard drugs. I wasn't allowed into the house because it was my first time there. The owner of the house was that guy who played the veterinarian on the Trailer Park Boys. The one who took bullets out of Ricky and lost his job.

The rest of the memories are fading now.