Runcible Blog

Last night I had one of those dreams where you're relieved when you finally wake up. It wasn't good. I remember that the dream involved some sort of family function that I refused to attend, and there was a lot of fighting because of it. Later, a three hundred pound wrestler tripped and fell on top of me. Then I tied his shoes (so that he wouldn't trip again), and that's when my alarm started blaring and the dream ended, thankfully. Why can't I have fun/happy dreams?

Oh, I just remembered a dream I had the other night where I was arrested for "conspiracy to commit murder" (I don't know if that's a real crime). I think I was trying to convince some guy to kill my boss. Oops....
I don't remember the details, but I know that a girl I knew in high school or grammar school was also arrested for helping me. I forget her name though.
Weird stuff...