I had this extremely disturbing dream last night that there was this strange woman named Rebecca prowling about who didn’t particularly look like anyone I’ve ever seen. I was with my father’s cousin Adrian (that’s ah-dree-ahn, not like rocky’s wife), when I saw this person zip by three times over a period of time trying to shoot at us. I went looking for the police, because 911 was being very wonky and giving me all sorts of menu options, when suddenly someone came up to me and told me that one of the people on my friend’s list’s father had been killed. I suddenly decided to go and confront this weird killer, and thankfully this is when I woke up.
Then a bit later I had another strange dream – I was in this peculiar theme park and I was finding collectible cards (from one of those collectible card games) and at one point… well, I was naked. These giggly girls spotted me and said, “Come on, let’s go see what the klingon ship looks like after its cloaking device is deactivated.” For yes, my little reproductive friend, in dream world, can be referred to as a klingon ship.
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