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This morning I had a dream that I was in an insane asylum. I was not a patient, but rather visiting as part of a way to audition for America's Next Top Model (I'm so gay). To get into the insane asylum (which are always below ground, you know), I had to undress and enter a claw footed white tub attached to a rail and ride into the dungeon of sorts behind a shower curtain. I also made the poor decision of bringing my cat with me, and he kept trying to jump out and adventure so I had to hold him tight enough that he clawed me naked flesh. Once I arrived at the entrance, where they seemed to have boats of these bathtubs to let visitors in and patients out for fresh air, I was given a towel to cover with. I watched a man (visitor) undress before his lady (patient), an act that one of the nurses said is to show that "he is a merman, too." I then witnessed gruesome operations, bumped into various crazies and finally made my way to a salon and met Tyra.