If we were to open to a random page in her journal--which she must have kept and kept with her at all times, not fearing that it would be lost, or discovered and read, but that she would one day stumble upon that thing which was finally worth writing about and remembering, only to find that she had no place to write it--we would find some rendering of the following sentiment: I am not in love.
-Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer

Dream:
I guess I can't wait to go back to Facebook since I was dreaming I signed on and was trying to get my friend to look at a picture.

More importantly, I dreamt I was going to a graduation and the building was half Bx Science and half of a church. All these kids were there waiting to graduate and then I found my grandpa at the front row, drinking something cold. He was in a lot of pain. His stomach was hurting and he was squeezing his eyes in pain. I told him it's because he needs to drink something warm and not something cold (linked this to my period probably). I didn't want to continue this dream anymore because I didn't want to see my grandpa hurt, so I forced myself to wake up.

I called my grandma afterward to check up on my grandpa. She said he's fine. This better not be a dream that comes true.