Single Status Update
Last night I dreamt that I was hanging out at my brother in law's house. There were some strange guys hanging out in the next room, since apparently there was some condemned building attached to his place. But these guys were all famous so he was OK with everything. He's sitting there with some guy watching TV, and I'm pissed off because the furniture is wrecked.
I find a broken vase on the floor, and start cleaning up while eating hard candy. As I'm picking up broken glass, and chewing hard candy, I stop. I look in both hands... glass in one hand, hard candy in the other. I start to wonder if I've been eating out of the right hand. Right about then, something erupts in my stomach and I double over in pain. Fast-forward to sitting in my brother-in-law's car, speeding toward the hospital and projectile-vomiting blood all over the dashboard.
I swear, my brain doesn't like me. It has a real problem with me waking up peacefully.