Okay, I know that wasn't that interesting. But last night/this morning I had a dream that we were in an old house that had been made into a haunted house, and we were on some sort of mission there, too. The mission had been created by the people who run the crazy house that Gina and Dave work at, to entertain the "clients". I remember thinking that, given how scary the whole thing was to me, and what a difficult time I was having, it didn't seem like a fun thing to subject the clients to.
At one point, Culann and Kelly and I made it to this ceiling in one of the rooms. There were strips of scary gauzy curtains all over the place, and the only light was from candles, so you couldn't see very well. We were all sitting on this pipe or beam or something, and holding on, only the ground was parallel to our backs, not our thighs, but it wasn't that obvious, and I kept having to look at how Kelly's hair was hanging to reassure myself of that fact. We were waiting for something, like one of the clients to catch up maybe, when suddenly my beam collapsed and I fell, through the floor of two or three more stories, because the house was so old and crumbly. And it was scary down there because I was alone and there were things trying to get me, but I made it back up all right.
Sorry, that wasn't that interesting either. Well, on Saturday I took a nap and had possibly three (3) Big O's, but I didn't wake up for any of them. Shucks.