This morning

I had the weirdest dreams with Andrew in them. They were the first ones where he was a normal character, not tragic or dying or dead. In one of the dreams that I can recall, I had a crush on him again and he and some of my oldest elementary school friends were playing soccer. I would pass him the ball if it went out of bounds. The dream is hazy but had the feel of recess with its carefree play mentality and weird social niches. I did not talk to Andrew at all as far as I can recall; I was off on the edge of the yard playing with girls who I haven't been close with since about 6th grade, nor seen in at least a year.

There was another section of the dream where my sister, mom, and I were moving to a beautiful new house with a backyard that was perfect- besides the areas closest to the house, which were infested with so many scary insects! I am not at all scared of bees, wasps and the like, but there were soooo many, and scorpions! I got stung a bunch.
Then inside, there was some strange inspirational moment where my sister (who has never been into basketball) complained that she had never been able to make a basket and I said I had never been able to do a backhand-spring, and then Nicole stood up and threw a flawless backhand-spring. Then so did my mother and I. Then we said it was a miracle and all cried dramatically.