Sleeping with books under my pillow

Saturday I read a book in which the protagonist and her sisters were models (Just Listen, by Sarah Dessen). Yesterday I fell asleep reading a novel about a high schooler who becomes a model. And I dreamed my sister and I became models

Sometimes my dreams make decent sense like that.

Although it ended with me rummaging frantically through dozens of shoe racks in my church's parking garage, trying to pick out the right pair of shoes before the army of cockroaches — whose hideous marching feet I could hear approaching through the walls — arrived.

Which sounds rather like fodder for a dreadcrumbs story to me.

My dear friend and future roomie started a blog last week, Musings of a Chronic Rambler. If you are interested in an smart, honest, and slightly irreverent take on various issues and aspects of the modern church, the Bible, and just being young and Christian, I recommend her blog.