I had the weirdest dream last night. I dreamt we were going somewhere, like… the movies, or the mall. I don’t remember. But you call and say you’re going to pick me up and I’m like cool and go online for a bit. Some time passes and you instant message me and say you’re leaving. I’m like cool again, right, and I turn off the computer and wait. But… like, you never come, and I’m just sitting there looking like a dumb ass waiting for someone who isn’t coming. Isn’t that hilarious?
Then… then I look out the window and I see these two cars pulling up… like a red sports car and a black government-issue type deal. A female FBI agent like from The X-Files or something gets out of the red one. Then at the same exact time, the same exact moment, you get out of the black one, and you both start walking towards the front door. I run downstairs and the doorbell rings and I open the door and there you are. You’re… you’re fucking pissed. You’re going on about how I shouldn’t have gotten another ride – which makes no sense, by the way – but I don’t think I’m listening, because I don’t respond. Then I… you’re not going to believe this… it’s just so weird… then I yell “Then who’s this!” and for some reason I have a dirty sock in my hand. So I leap out the side of the door and see this lady standing with her backed turned to me in the grass. She’s not the same lady that came from the car. She’s wearing this creepy red dress and has like puffed up red hair, hoop earrings, kind of plump. And I fling the sock at her head. I don’t know what I’m thinking. Then she turns around… and I see her face. It’s the scariest face I’ve ever seen. And I can’t… I can’t fucking describe it because it’s just so…
