What?
Last night I dreamed that John was drawing in a Bible and got beat up by the midget from Twin Peaks. Then some aliens came down and put people in these cocoons and started feeding them to giant spiders. Giant talking spiders, no less, a la Harry Potter.
I think Bea gave me something. More specifically something of the flu-ish variety. So I'm counting these as possible fever dreams. Fun stuff. Now. To play hookie or not to play hookie, that is the question. I'd rewrite Hamlet's entire little tirade here but it's too early. I think I'll just go find the thermometer instead.
I think Bea gave me something. More specifically something of the flu-ish variety. So I'm counting these as possible fever dreams. Fun stuff. Now. To play hookie or not to play hookie, that is the question. I'd rewrite Hamlet's entire little tirade here but it's too early. I think I'll just go find the thermometer instead.