Weird dreams.
I had a dream last night that started out as just being at a roller skating rink, hanging out and skating, which I can't even do in real life. There was a race thing, and all the people there were assigned colors, and I was going really fast, pushing past people, flying down the inside of the crowd of people, nearing the front... then all of a sudden, I go to go around the corner of the rink and spin out of control, whipping right into someone in a purple sweater, who is just hobbling around, slipping everywhere like I would have been if this was real.
It was Neil Patrick Harris. And he couldn't skate. After I apologized and everything, I let him grab onto me and skated around with him holding onto my shoulder. Then we were friends! It was cute, 'cause he was all bad at skating and embarrassed and full of gay... I love him.
So after that, though, it got weirder. There was this crazy ritual type thing, like a sacrifice, that these half-naked women and creepy painted men did, and I was all scared and NPH left. The sacrifice went wrong or something, and they had to go find this really scary guy to make it right, and I went outside to check the mail. It was very dark and scary and rainy outside, and I ran to the mailbox and got like a hundred boxes, and then as I was running back, I saw this girl from my Pubic Speaking class walking over a hill with another girl I know, talking about how they should be friends on Facebook, and how the one girl's mom has a whole section of their house devoted to proper grammar? I didn't really understand that, but whatever.
I go back inside, but it's my house now and it's full of my family, and I open my boxes and they're all pastries from the wizard rock bands - I got three little scones from Luke and Jason of the Ministry of Magic, I got a Boston cream pie from Matt Maggiacomo, and some cookies from Alex Carpenter. O_o Then I woke up. It was really weird.