ARGGGGGGGGGGHHHH! I wrote a long-ish entry about the recurring dream I had last night and then accidentally pressed the back button.

I hate you. *sticks out tongue*

Brief overview:
- The house in the dream smelled of damp wood, even in dry weather.
-I narrowly escaped going through someone else's musty yet fascinating house.
-There was an ambience of age... everything was decades old.

It's past my bedtime. How did I end up awake at this time of night? No! I'm supposed to be reforming.