Okay, I just got off the phone with Melissa. I simply had to tell her about the weird dream I had about us the other night. I dreamt that we were roommates and had an apartment and that Marilyn Manson was trying to get in so he could cut our hearts out. Yes, I realize that's a pretty stupid dream, but it was scary at the time, and I wanted to tell Missy about it because I wanted to know what she thought about it.
She was silent for a while... and then informs me:
She had the SAME DREAM.
In her dream, we were stuck in an attic together and Marilyn Manson was sending swarms of hideous beast-people in to kill us, and he kept trying to zonk our minds so we'd just walk out and let him kill us and take our hearts.
Eeyah. I really don't know what to think about all that, but it's kind of spooky, no?
On that happy note, I'm going to bed. Goodnight!