This morning I had to wake up to get rest from my over the top action dreams.
I escaped from an Iraqi prison by hanging myself from my hair then jumping into a river (dont know why that worked), used a SWAT team's own artillery against them to then escape from a top security grocery store, tried to save children from rubble, ran from a murderer and hid with homeless men that kept asking me for money, was having terrible contractions and "realized' I was pregnant then was devasted that I had been drinking throughout my pregnancy (turned out I just ate a big meal), had a woman try to split open my mind using her mathematical clairvoyant superpowers, and finally could not complete a new voicemail message because my mother kept interrupting to say the voicemail sounded good so far. Whew, I'm exhaused.
