I had some pretty fucked up dreams last night. One was that Amy and I bought a big haunted Victorian house. While we tried watching "Dexter", there were noises coming from all over. I reached out and felt a solid invisible person standing in front of me. Ugh.
I also had a dream about being in a prison riot, where two friends of mine were shot. Not that I really knew these people, but I cried like a baby at their passing.
I also had a dream about working at Barnes & Noble. Everyone there seemed pretty cool, even though I was new. Huh.
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