||[Feb. 26th, 2008|11:14 am]
This morning I had a very weird dream.
Imagine a dream as a buffy-style character. Imagine also being on a coach-style bus that was meant to bring us somewhere. Imagine the driver turns evil as he drives us down an alley and I have to do my business. I come back to my friends and they ask "What happened?"
My witty line: "The reason we can't have nice things".
We then end up running out of the alley, poorly dressed and into a weird neighbourhood when I then wake up.
Sometimes I wonder about my psyche.