I dreamed I was a shape-shifting Neil Patrick Harris, with an eye patch and big beefy arms. I robbed an ATM. I woke up in the dream, and I still had a paper bag of crisp $100 bills. (What ATM gives out $100 bills?) I spent the rest of the dream worrying about getting rid of the money and wondering if I could somehow launder it without being caught.
Practical dreams are so lame.
Crazy dreams ensued. I remember snapping a claw off of a large crawdad that was somehow still alive after living in the freezer. I cracked it open and ate the meat. (Can you eat crawdads raw? Ew?) Then I realized that the poor critter was still alive and I felt horrible. I still had to shell the rest of it, so I smashed its head with a jar because I couldn't handle its weak attempts to get away. After I had cleaned it all, there was a long tentacle stuck in the drain. I felt like I was going to be sick.
Oh, and I think I did all this while sitting in a bathtub.
Blech.
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