SO. I had a pretty deep dream last night.

    I'm on a different planet I guess. and blah blah. I have all my friends from here (Florida) at the same place, even the same teachers. So one of my teachers I guess told me to kill someone. And so I did without thought of repercussions. Everythings great. She tells me to kill someone else, my buddy Brandon. Annnnnnnnnnnd so I did. I pulled him out the back of the bus and he got ran over. (What the hell is my mind going through!?) Anyways. I go back to the teacher and she pulls a newspaper out talking about how I was supposed to do it stealthily and what not. Shes starts freaking out. I'm like... Shit has hit the fan. So... I go home? I suppose. And I'm so paranoid. I flat out told my mom that I did it. She starts freaking out, bawling and what-not. Mom tells dad in private and... well he beats me with a rolling pin. Now my friend, Brenden, and I runaway. We steal a space-helicopter(?) and head to Earth, crime-infested dump. Except there's a force field. So we land on a space station owned by our buddy. In which he's not asking questions and stuff, he doesn't care. There's more after that but it's... irrelevant. Lol.