A dream is a wish your heart makes...?

Last night I had a dream that both of my roommates were crack addicts. It was interesting, to say the least.

I really need to start recording some of my dreams. They are hilarious, and I don't want to forget some of them. Like the one where Ronald Reagan had a sleepover at my house and my dad got mad and punched him in the forehead... Or the one where I cut off my hands and put them in the microwave... Or the one where Melissa was eating a tuna fish flavored popsicle...