and you can't reverse the bad things that you did

[queen_of_mooses]

Last night, I dreamed that I was at school, and I heard gunfire. Terrified, I began to run, only to see that I was running straight for the attackers-- people I recognize, and am friends with. I start to run to my car, and I see that they're in there, waiting for me. I am, apparently, the target. I find a hidden compartment in the library, but am ultimately caught again. Somehow, I make another grand escape, managing to get myself all the way to the Santa Cruz beach. Ultimately, they catch up with me, and, tearfully, I demand to know what I did to deserve this. Hatefully, they reply...

"You sleep in too much."

What. The. Fuck.