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7.10.2004

Sweet Dreams are made of this...

Last night I had the weirdest dreams ever. At least I think it was more than one, but you never know with dreams.

I was at someone's house; I think it was Sam's. I needed a drink, So I opened the cabinet to get a glass. In the Cabinet, I see the largest M&M Sundae I have ever seen. It was made like a regular M&M Sundae, but it was in like a Double Jack Dandy bowl. (Those of you who are regulars to Friendly's know what I am talking about.)

Then, somehow, next scene of my dream I was with Dan. We were at the movies not paying attention to the movie, but just making out... o_O Odd, huh? Then we were at Dan's house, but not the house we all know. It was different. It was a much lager, but older house that somehow reminded me of Max Bertrand's house. But then, at the far corner of the house, by the road, there was a single police car. I wandered over to that corner of the house, and everyone else was elsewhere. Then the cop knocked on the window, and told me to hand him everything in the room, but not to touch it becuase I was standing in a crime scene. Apparently some body was discovered under a tree outside in the dark. So after I asked the officer to repeat what he said (hand everything in the room to him through the window) I turn around and the room is like a mile long. Then Dan's mom waddles in and tells me that she would handle everything, but I didn't want to because I had my fingerprints on four items. I thought I was going to go to jail unless I handled it. It was sketchy.

OMG AND...At about 10:30 this morning, the phone rang. My mother slithered over and picked up the phone and gave a skeptical 'hello?' Then next thing I know, my mom had totally broken this poor telephone solicitor and she was screaming at the top of her lungs. My mom beat her bloddy corpse into the ground so far that she probably commited suicide a few minutes later.


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