I had like four dreams last night.
The first one involved the forums because Rally and Maxx died in real life and I was the only one who knew about it. I don't know how or why Maxx died, but I know Rally was skateboarding (probably from him posting in the PRLPoY thread) and hit a concrete wall, which broke his neck.
In the second one, my grandpa was taking my brother and I to a St Louis Cardinals game so my family drove us to their house, only for us to have to turn around back to St Louis with my grandpa so we could go.
In the third one, all I remember is going to a restaurant with my grandpa and all their silverware was dirty with dried smudged peanut butter. They also served nothing but toast and shark fin soup. When I went to go refill my cup with lemonade before I left, a waitress snatched the cup from my hand and threw it in a garbage can saying that if I spilled the lemonade, it would be wasteful.
In my fourth dream, I was a stalker. I would drive around and find the homes of people I knew and park somewhere obscure and then watch them live their lives through their windows.
