The Roof is on Fire

That's a lie. The roof is not on fire. But it's under construction. And noisy. And I almost wish it was on fire! Almost.

They are putting a new roof on our building and it's one of the first times that living on the top floor has been a burden. It is so loud! It's like they are building a house right in my bedroom. And kitchen. And living room. And BRAIN!
I guess I shouldn't really be complaining, this type of thing happens. It will only be a couple of days. Also, it didn't seem to bother me too much this morning, considering I was able to sleep-in until after 11! I never knew how heavy of a sleeper I am until this morning. My mom was baffled that I was sleeping through the ruckus! I was having weird dreams and I thought my phone just kept vibrating on my night stand (except the roofing sounds like a GIANT phone vibrating on high and my house is the night stand.)

I have the weirdest dreams when I am home, by the way. They're always realistic and scary. I frequently wake up in the morning thinking that what I dreamed is reality.
Like the other day, I dreamed that my family was grilling out and started a forest fire. Just minutes after I woke up, my mom told me that my brother, Bret, called and that his toaster oven had caught on fire! He had to run it out of the house and into a grassy area. My first thought: Did it start a forest fire? ...AND IT DID!

Ok, that was another lie. But still kinda weird, right?