Heals The Original Dryness

i had a weird ass dream last night, something about seeing my friend robert moyer and his mom at their house, which was a really weird house and they were scatering m&m's over the floor for some kind of game, and his dad came in and he was like this huge biker guy with tattoos and stuff and then other people were there for like some pagan traditional game, i don't know. then we were at a bookstore and i couldn't find the drama section and the labels were really weird cause some were yellow but i couldn't figure out what they signified, and i found some book that i was holding on to, and then there was like a section of old french love songs which were aparently indecent for children or something like that. then all my middleschool friends showed up, and i started pointing out to shaina how i could really remeber each of their names, but i some how ended uo pointing to merchandice in the store and saying who each product reminded me of. and there was like this suitcase that could hold tons of clothing but also doubled as a beach chair and i thought that was the coolest thing in the world and got hung up on that for a while.

in another part of my dream i suddenly had two pairs of the same flip flops and i found three of the shoes lying together and it was really weird and i was very confused because i only have one pair of flip flops and i do not have a third leg. anyway, yeah. i need to go shower now. i really hate it how they clean our bathroom on tuesday morning. it pisses me off.