Sunday, January 04, 2004

You know what's fun? Dreaming of serial killers playing a dangerous game of hide-n'-go-seek with you, as you try to warn your family of their presence, but is unable to do so because you're too busy saving your own ass. The dream also consisted of me sneaking out of the house (in a fitted pink bomber jacket, natch) to cross my oddly busy suburban street over and over again, in the rain. What prompted me to return home (located a stone's throw away) was the presence of drunk drivers and two rain-soaked children, posed menacingly (cocked head, hands on their waist, scary!).

My family was fine, and I went back to bed. The serial killers stared forlornly through our locked door (yes, still in the rain). Heh heh. Stupid kids.

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