I promise I'm not being lazy or rude...I just didn't get that much sleep last night and for some reason it wasn't very restful sleep. So it's off to bed for me right now. I blame the Pirates movie for last night's experience. I dreamt that I was a pirate, my ship was practically sunk, I was stepping on floating planks of wood, my crew was gone save 4 people, 2 were taken away (I assume to die) and the other 2 remained. There was also a Davy Jones/Blackbeard hybrid involved and I was really stressing out about not falling into the water. Probably because I may or may not have discussed Jaws prior to watching the movie.
What happened to dreams about unicorns and cotton candy and pleasant things?
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