I had a dream last night about my house. I was running down my street in some really skimpy and outlandish clothes (I think there was a tutu involved), and I turned into the driveway of my house to find three girls walking into my garage, talking about rumors of who haunts the place. One girl was like, "I bet it's old Mrs. Mason's ghost up there," and I jumped in on their conversation and said, "No, I'm the one haunting this place!" The girls looked at me for a second and then proceeded with their rumors, as if I wasn't there and as if I hadn't said anything. They continued to talk, and I leaned in the doorway and listened.
"No wonder why no one's lived here for so long," said one particuarlly chubby girl.
"What?" I said, finally getting the…Read more >