I had a weird dream this morning. We had the front half of this house turned into a cellular sales floor. Inviting people in and going through all the displays of phones and whatnot. I was trying to convince people that it wasn't just a second rate cellular store, even though the room we were in was clearly a living room, couches and tv and all.

I remember the carpet was new and very soft. I was laying on it.

Somehow we were then outside and there were planes all over the place, flyin through the air and shooting - it looked like poor video game graphics to be honest with you. But I panicked and jumped into the car with my dad, aunt linda and lauren. I was very excited to see that lauren was in the car with me because I needed to be there with her. But where the hell was my mother?

She is meeting us in ***#*#*#*#*# (the name escapes me) it was somewhere up in the middle of canada. So We start flying up towards the bridge, and these little oozie pellets started hitting the car from. It was as if they were hard at first but when they hit the car they started melting. Dad was freakin out because my window was open.

SO next thing i know we are flying down this road at 500 gazillion mph and passing all these people who are trying to get out too. A black man with a child, who yelled out something like 'oh can't stop for a black man!' and i was thinking... noo you don't understand!

Then we passed a man clutching a bong. He was in his own cloud of smoke. Every dream needs a comic releif right?

Then a couple of street racers in those zippy souped up street cars flew past the other way....

Somehow I believe that a song was going on in my head this whole time. Some sort of amusing song wherein the people I passed were singing along in succession, each explaining what they could bring to the table if I stopped to pick them up. All I can remember of it is something about the bong guy bringing weed and the street racers bringing speed.

So moral of the story is that I can apparently rhythm in my sleep.