I had some vivid and insane dreams last night.
In one such dream Nudawn, Frangry, and I were at a football camp. Frangry was wearing a bleach blonde wig and being a bitch to me, but Nudawn told I was actually kind cool so maybe she should lay off. Then we had to do a bunch of line jumps and ride a bus somewhere. I don’t know where; I woke up at that point.
Why the fuck do I have dreams involving people I don’t even know?
Also, I dreamt that Brad and Angelina were these robot demon things which turned into stone in daylight, so they had surrogates living for them. They found out that I knew, and in an effort to escape them I drove my car into a river.
