Unexplainable

My first post. Ahhh...weird. I've never had a blog before, but things happen to me, things happen around me, and mostly hilarious things happen to people I know that I want to tell the world. So world, here it is. This entry just so happens to be about me although I have no idea what it means. Last night I had the craziest dream I've had in a while. There I am in my aunt's car with her and my sister, it's dusk, we're driving along some shoreline I can only assume is on Michigan's west coast when all the sudden I see about 100 swans floating in the lake beside me. It was like that scene right out of the Notebook, only thing missing was the amazing Ryan Gossling, and a boat... Anyway, I make my aunt pull over so I can take a picture and I'm being "Elmer Fudd" queit as I get out of the truck. My sister hops out of the back of the truck (yes Megan, you) and slams the fucking door. All the sudden, happening faster than I can move but somehow in slow motion, the swans look at me, snarl and go into attack mode. This one bastard runs into me and starts plucking at me with his beak. I turn around to see why Megan isn't helping me get away and to hand her my camera, because we all know it's more important to me than any of my fingers, and she's in the truck laughing. Thanks Meg. I'm being attacked by the swan devil and she's laughing. Next thing I know, I'm in the car and we're going to the car wash. But we're not in the car. We have to get out of the vehicle and walk through the car wash to get to the other side. Don't ask me why because I have no idea. We're not walking through the actual "washing" part, but next to it. Following the truck. The whole time I'm thinking, seriously?? WTF? I have no idea what any of this means, but it's probably not good since it seems the only dreams I can remember are the ones telling me I'm broke, I'm having problems in my life or something bad is going to happen to me. Come to think of it, I could be a "dream teller". All you have to do is say "something bad will happen in your future". It's inevitable. You could get hit by a bus or stub your toe. It's up to you to decide what's bad or good. That's it, I'm going to be a foturne teller. At least I won't have any more dreams about being broke.