Okay, so I had this freaky dream last night.  In reality I slept on my couch, but in my dream I slept upstairs in my bed.  Okay so everything from here until further notice happened in the dream.

DREAM: So I apparently heard this message from my father on our answering machine.  I don’t remember what specifically he said but the context was one of those “late night drunken ‘I want you back’ calls”.  Now, he wasn’t drunk or anything, but that was the context of the message.  So later, I woke up in my bed, to a phone call from my mother and father at the same time.  Apparently she knew there was a message but he wanted me to delete it and she wanted it kept, or to at least know what’s on it.  Well, we all fought over the phone for a little bit until he hung up because he got mad, then she started yelling at me, so I hung up too.  Then I went downstairs.  Half way down the stairs I heard the living room television on.  Now, since I’ve been home alone this past week, I’ve made sure to shut everything off and make sure everything is locked.  Then I look, the front door is still locked, but where my PS2 normally is, my old NES was.  Now that’s weird.  What’s even weirder is that there was apparently a DVD player built into the NES.  Well, I shut all that off and was freaked out.  Then I’m looking around and I see a note from my father that said something along the lines of “I had this irking to play a game I haven’t played in a long time, so it took me two days, I drove in, the doors were unlocked, I hooked it up and played it.  Please don’t tell your mother I was here.”

Now, I don’t know about you, but that’s weird.  So I’m looking outside through the peephole, wondering how long ago he left and if I could see his car.  Well, all I saw were the little kids from the neighborhood who could apparently see me back through the hole.  They were wondering whose eye they were looking at.  So I was hiding, as they were trying to look in and whatnot.  Now, they’re trying to break in my door.  So I storm through the house acting all angry, burst open the door and they all scatter.  Then I begin yelling that they better stay away from my house if they know what’s good for them.  So then there is a darker skinned man with a shovel who looks at me oddly.  Then a few moments later the police have been called and are already there.  They, and the parents of these children, are threatening legal action against me.  One would wonder what I have done wrong, but apparently the charge would be “pedophilia” because I supposedly used ‘reversed psychology’ to actually get them into my place of residence.  Well now there’s people from all over, I’m gonna be getting my name on those websites, there’s gonna be a star over my house on those sites, etc.  I am freaking out.  A group of people heading off to a party then walks by and who is amongst them but Mr. Hampton and Ms. Zeller.  I invite them in.  By this point, somehow it’s night, and my mom’s friend Tommy has arrived to help clear up this whole mess.  Now we’re cleaning the house because we have guests, and they’re completely uncomfortable.  Kids from the neighborhood are still running through the house.

Then the large man with the shovel comes to my door to threaten me with numerous forms of bodily harm.  He begin to make claims that my father and I are homosexual, that he is a Mexican-Italian who has lost his job to people from other nations, etc.  I honestly don’t know what to think at this point of the day’s happenings.  The next little bit is a blur.  All I remember is sitting on the couch by Mr. Hampton, then the next thing was actually waking up this morning.

DREAM OVER:  So, weird dream?  I’d say so.  Please, I encourage you all to share your weird dreams.  If you’d like to comment on my dream please contact me through my Twitter account: @JpGrB.  That’s basically all for this time.  Thank you for reading.