I slept for 12 hours last night,
and through the course of the evening had a reoccurring dream that I was being hunted down to be hanged by what started as a homicidal group of people, but turned into the government. It was very bizarre, but one of those gripping dreams that leaves you waking up sweating until you realize how preposterous the concept was.
It had a happy ending however, I hid in a tiny refrigerator and Oprah took me away to a happy place and saved my life. What this means, I don’t know. I guess I should go kiss Oprah’s feet or something.
