So there I was, staring death in the face, feeling the cold stench of decay on his breath-

So I say, "Death..." I says, "Death, you really need a breath mint," and lawd did he take it badly. He got all to crying and weeping and saying how his daddy never loved him and his mom was a crack whore... and I says, "This is one awkward dream..." and then I woke up... and fell asleep again, and fought a bear with a bike.


So yeah... summer... productive... as in not at all. So far the most creative thing I've done is dream, but they're all outta whack and make no sense anyway.
A little more paranormal activity as well, seen two more people who aren't really there and I've heard people in conversation even though nobody was around. I've 'jinxed' a few more things into happening... and that's about it.

Oh and the bear could talk.