What is wrong with me?
It is not uncommon for me to have weird dreams/nightmares, I deal with them quite frequently, as does Wallace who is often woken up by a text or knock at the door by a scared Maggie. (poor guy) Last nights however, were not necessarily heart throbbingly freaky, but so creepy I woke up feeling a bit like River from "Firefly". I'll give you the short version. My brothers best friends have all been hanging around the house the past few days, skating, eating leftovers, relaxing holiday style. Anyway, one of these friends/brothers Q-tipp (Quincy) is a 6'11 gangling artist who freakishly resembles Shaggy from Scooby Doo. Those of you who met my brothers this summer know the kind of characters I speak of. Anyways, Q-tipp was in my dream and he needed a disguise, so he cut of my dalmatian Milly's ears and sewed them to his head. Later in the dream I lost my hands, and my mom knew I needed hands, so hers got cut off and then sewed to my wrists. I felt so horrible that my mom didn't have hands and that Milly didn't have ears. Um... :/ Like I said, what is wrong with me?