Dream about how much running sucks
Dreamt that I had been kidnapped by a redneck(ish) serial killer, who took me to his cabin in the woods and attempted to strangle me by stringing me up with rope in some weird contraption (not sexual). I escaped, climbed out the window, over the roof and fled through the woods with the killer chasing me. It felt like I was running for freaking ever. And I really hate running. I kept having to remind myself that I shouldn't stop and take a break just because the serial killer seemed to be slow and out of shape.
I finally got out of the woods and made it into downtown Carlsbad, where I ran smack into Boyfriend. I hopped on the back of his motorcycle and the serial killer (riding in his crappy old farm truck) chased us all over town. We crashed a house party and they called the cops, but the serial killer had a police monitor in his crappy truck and showed up first. We fled for the local kung fu school, looking for a place to hide.
Note to self - don't watch Jeepers Creepers before bed.
I finally got out of the woods and made it into downtown Carlsbad, where I ran smack into Boyfriend. I hopped on the back of his motorcycle and the serial killer (riding in his crappy old farm truck) chased us all over town. We crashed a house party and they called the cops, but the serial killer had a police monitor in his crappy truck and showed up first. We fled for the local kung fu school, looking for a place to hide.
Note to self - don't watch Jeepers Creepers before bed.