damn it, why couldn't i have had a nice flying dream again last night? nooo...instead it was scary. i was in this house..kinda a bed & breakfast type thing. and there was dead decomposing people all around, but the owner couldnt get rid of them because they were the main ingredient in bread. and she told me that like it was common knowledge. of course...silly me. you cant make bread without dead people... and then a hand threatened me. a dead, decomposing hand threatened me. I called my mom on the phone, but our conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door:
me: hold on, mom..*yells* who is it? voice outside: it's us! me: ummm....who?? voice: simple plan! me: *sighs* mom, i gotta go.
then i answered the door and david hugged and comforted me cuz i was still freaked out about the hand.