I wanted a pleasant, slow start to my weekend, so why would my dream-brain decide to take me to an amusement parks with demons (including my old high school class) on rollercoasters (I get queasy), being forced to eat mint choco chip ice cream (I'm the party that does NOT like it), and I'm running away from this girl I used to like and I suddenly fall of a cliff, and wake up with a jerk on the corner of my bed?

















