flashes of dreams.

I was driving my dad to all of these yard sales which were each in houses along our street so he could've walked to any one of them. He was looking for something specific but I don't remember what. Each one was owned by a girl I went to high school with who is now in the sorority ADPi at their respective colleges. Mindy was trying to sell me this stuffed dog for $59.99 and I was like don't you understand the concept of a yard sale? Then she explained to me that the dog used to be her real dog that she had stuffed after he died and that's why he cost so much. Oh, each of the yard sales also had this giant old fashioned popcorn machine at them too and throughout the rest of the dream, I was carrying a large bag of popcorn I'd bought at one of their yard sales.

Next, I was watching a combination of "Pinocchio," "The Little Mermaid," "Beauty and the Beast," and "The Hangover" happen. I was a mermaid witnessing Alan (from "The Hangover") sitting in the mouth of Monstro, who was trying not to eat him, but to kill him. A mermaid who looked like Ariel but with a split fin came from out of the whale's throat to help Alan survive this monster that Monstro was trying to feed him to.

Next, Andrea, Alan, Ariel-look-alike, Greg, another guy I don't remember, and I were in my living room and we all started slow dancing. The ceiling was like the one in "Beauty and the Beast." I started to dance with Alan but he stopped saying that with my heels I was too tall for him. So Greg came up and took his place.

Then, I was in the kitchen taking off my heels, which I had actually put on over a pair of American flag socks which were on top of another pair of heels, which were on top of a pair of thick white socks. I watched myself methodically take each layer off, then put the second set of heels back on.

Next, I was in some hallway watching my sister get busted for having a fake id.

Then, I was back in my living room and the only person left was Greg because it was 4:38AM and everyone else had gone home. I told Greg that he could stay the night here with me since I didn't want to stay home alone tonight. He agreed (something dream Greg never does) and I woke up as we were getting into bed together.

I'm a badass in my dreams.

So this serial killer was attacking those who lived in Rutledge (in this dream, there actually were legit dorm rooms in Rutledge that looked similar to the giant, unrealistic dorm rooms you see in movies located kind of beside/behind one of the sculpture rooms). As I'm walking back to my room (at the ready because, hey, there's a serial killer out there) bats start flying down the hallway, something that's apparently very common in dream Rutledge because all who live there know to get down and army crawl when it's bat season in the (now much shorter) hallways. I make it back to my room and my new bff Jeff is there. I don't really know who he is in real life (supposedly you never "invent" a face when you're dreaming), but to dream Kathryne he was her best friend that she had just recently met. I know, I know. Dream Kathryne is not that smart. Anyway, we're sitting on my bed talking and he goes, "Oh, by the way, I'm that serial killer everyone's looking for" and he pulls out a knife. At first, I tried to reason with him saying, "Hey, we're best friends. You shouldn't kill your best friend." And he said, "How do you think I got all those other people to trust me?" When I realized reasoning wouldn't work, I remembered a little known fact they had told people about this guy's psychological disorder (cause, you know, that accompanies all serial killers) was that he couldn't stand it when anyone looked him in the eye. So I shut up and just stared at him straight on. He started freaking out and yelling, "Damnit! You know that's my weakness! Please stop! Don't do that to me!" and slapping himself and hitting his head against the wall. When I realized that his focus was no longer on me and instead on his crazy rampage, I got up and walked out of the room and told him to turn the lights off when he left to save energy.

As I got outside my room, someone with clay all over them ran out of the room with the kiln in it and goes, "There's a killing machine in there!" I point behind me and say, "There's one in there, too," put my sunglasses on, and keep walking (Horatio-style).