So lately I’ve had a couple bad nights of weird dreams.
Last night’s dream:
Was on our way to Michael Jackson’s house to interview him and he comes out spraying propane on us. He was literally dousing my little neon with propane gas from a grill-sized propane tank!
He continued on until someone through a lighter towards him.
He lived, but my car melted to the ground.
Uhm. That’s just not normal.
