I have to start out today with the following:

I was just watching the news for a Little Elm high school.  The principle just said, “Maybe this will incentivise the students.”  Incentivise.  Is that even a fucking word???

Anyway, I have been having some really fucked up dreams.  I have no idea what’s in my Wheaties, but here’s a recap of last night:

• A woman sacrificed her soul to eternal damnation to save her dog.  Her dog then stabbed himself with a pair of scissors.  He was dying, and she screamed at him, “Did you do this with a pair of scissors?”.  He responded by pulling the scissors out of his chest and stabbing himself again.  How the dog pulled the scissors out, I have no idea.
• I was on the equivalent of the Enterprise out in space.  A black woman was posing as darth vadar, who, for some reason, in my dream, was also Satan.  She pulled me into a space void where we were floating.  She turned into herself, but she was more of a spiritual thingy at that time.  She told me that I was dead, and that I was to be placed in a set of fraternal triplets in some family with money.  No purpose provided.  Then she turned back into Satan.
• I “woke up” as one of the triplets.  I couldn’t figure out what happened, and I looked like a total ‘tard, because I had to unpack a suitcase that had three suits (for a child) that were exactly the same, but different colors.  They were the kinds of things you put a little girl in who lives with parents with a ridiculous amount of money.  No sign of the other two of the trips.  The mom appeared to know what was going on, and I had to unpack school stuff, etc.  Everything coordinated… Computer, mouse, pen, paper, everything, three sets that matched each of the outfits.  Purple, red and green.
• Then, for some reason, I was in an apartment.  The girl next door decided to kill herself.  I had to go over and try to help her along with her other friend.  That was weird.
• Then, I went to school as one of the trips.  I asked the mother about why I haven’t met the other two.  She said, “Oh you can’t see them?  They’ve been with us the whole time.  They will reveal themselves to you when they are ready.”  I was like, “um, oookay…”
• So for some reason, the two showed up in their own car at high school.  One was another girl like me, just normal looking, and the other was a black guy.  Both very funny.
• At some point during school, I had to go get the guy trip, because he was hiding. That’s because he didn’t have anything to wear except one of the outfits that we were given (purple, green or red) little girl suits.  I just about died laughing when I saw him.
• Then, for some reason, we became friends and decided to leave this “other-world” and cruise to Las Vegas.  Apparently, in my dream, Las Vegas was in another dimension; or rather, we lived in another dimension.  So we got into the old American-car convertible, flew to Las Vegas in it, and “appeared” in Las Vegas automatically.  We ran around and had fun.  Then, we decided to “reappear” in a different part of Las Vegas in the car.  Dumbass boy trip miscalculated and we ended up re-appearing in the way of an 18-wheeler.  We died. 

There was more, but that’s pretty much it in a nutshell.  I have weird dreams, vivid dreams, all the time.  But they have been especially weird the last few nights.