Last night I went to bed around 9:30, because I was tired. I proceeded to dream that I was hanging out with my wife, sister, and her fiance in my grandparents old house (which is currently my aunt’s house). We were staying over there for some extended amount of time and we were very bored. We sat and talked about this and that for awhile, but soon our boredom overtook us and we wanted to go do something.
We decided we’d drive around for a little while, at which time Justin (sister’s fiance) decided to pull up in front of one of my neighbors houses and honk the horn really loud and flash his lights because “he really f***ing hated that guy”.
Then my cell phone rings. It’s my grandma, who informs me in a very even “pod-people” tone that grandpa decided that it wasn’t OK that we stay at their house any more because we tried to burn the basement down. She hangs up quickly, so my reply of WTF pretty much just drifted out into the air.
So we’re tired of driving around now, so my lovely wife thinks we should all drive out to the airport and fly north (?!?) to Italy. I woke up en route to the airport. This dream spanned three hours, because when I woke up it was 12:30 am.
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