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so i don’t know if it’s because i’ve been sleeping more, but it is now impossible for me to remember what i dreamt about last night or if maybe i dreamt it the night before. here is what i KNOW i dreamed between 7 and 9:47 this morning:

i was in a house and there were all these people… it was, as usual once again, kind of like my grandma’s house upstairs, and kind of like really weird downstairs. but somehow i figured out that the boys in the house had a plot to kill this girl and would likewise kill anyone that stood in their way… so i went all spy-style and snuck out and called the police on my cellphone. for some reason i had to rig up this huge antenna with all these cables in order to be able to make the call, which looked really conspicuous when one of the boys came out and was all “who are you calling” and i was all “i’m calling my boyfriend” and then i had to tell the police officer that i loved him to make it look like i was talking for real to my boyfriend. the really fucked part was that it was sunday after 6 and so the cop was like “hey, is this really an emergency, because it’s sunday after 6 you know.” duh. so the boys were going to have a concert and a play and kill the girl at the end of the play, snuff-style. i heard the music start and then i think i woke up. or maybe i dreamed that i woke up, because i remember thinking “i hope i can get back to sleep to find out what happens”. but i didn’t find out what happened.

too bad.