Problems? I only have problems on every day that starts with "y"

I'm beginning to see a spot on the wall that looks like a bullseye, and I really want to hit my head with it. Really.

I didn't get good sleep last night. I dreamt a really weird scenario, where you could go to a website, and it would make you fall asleep and you would wake up in a virtual world where something you wish were true were happening. Your dream world. Only problem was, once you awoke in that world, you couldn't get back to the real one. In the end, the only way to get out--that I could devise--was to somehow trick someone who knew computers into going to the site, and getting them to wake up in the virtual world. There they could use their knowledge to break us both out.

Very matrix-esque, but also strange because I know my brain threw in old memories and sensations that I didn't even know I'd be able to remember, and when I woke up, I felt *very* strange. It was that feeling that I hadn't really left the dream yet--my emotions felt like I was still there, and it took all morning to shake out of the fog.

My day was mainly uneventful. rode my bike a bit, played with Mocha, washed the dishes--thankless job anymore. Helped get our backyard fire ready, and we roasted salmon. Thankfully my stomach finally had stopped feeling like rumbly congested gravel, as it has for most of the week, so I got to appreciate it. Unfortunately, it does right now.

Mom had agreed to give me a ride up to Erie, PA, this sunday. I realized that since currently granpda G was not happy with Dave and I living together in Madison, he probably wouldn't loan us the car. And after finally hunting mom down today, she tells me that she doesn't really want to drive for seven hours. I will indeed have to ride the bus, and she's researched tickets and all. I had to ask her when she had planned on telling me any of this. But hey, I don't mind riding the bus for 6 hours (honestly). I'm not thrilled about arriving in a strange town at 10PM at night--the station will be already closed. But I don't care. I just want to get to see Dave again, and also get the hell out of this situation, where I have to depend on parental money and transportation to do ANYTHING. I should've gotten a job. That would've been easy if I had a car. But can't get a car without transportation to a car dealer. And nobody's been in a hurry to solidly help with either. It becomes this frustrating cycle-- don't want to inconvenience anyone, but if I could just get a car, they wouldn't have to worry about me at all.

*sigh* I guess, in the end, I'm really finally ready to be an independant adult, and that's probably what my parents want. They've always protected me and helped me, but it's always been when they feel they can fit it in to their own lives. But soon the money I make will be my own, I'll live in my own apartment, with my own car, and my own life every day. And hell, it won't even have to be a lonely life. Now if I can just survive it all. . .