If I can't even answer that question, something is wrong. I don't even know what the hell my dream just now was about. (Well, I know what happened, but I don't know WHY.)

It all started out as a peaceful day being spent in my living room with a good book. (Funny enough, in my dream, I continued where I had left off when I fell asleep.) Suddenly, I was going to a new friend's house. (He's a drag queen. And adorkable. Though he tried to steal my boots.) It was basically what you'd imagine a young teenager living in. The bed was in the living room, and it was nothing more than a bunch of blankets and pillows on the ground. My gay brother came over then, and whinged at me for being at the party earlier than he was, considering it was HIS job to be at parties early. (Bullshit.) Apparently, I'm a super hero or something, because we all popped back to my apartment, where we indulged in each other's company...until more people popped in. Two are from another state so I haven't the slightest idea how they got there. After that, only some moments are clear, such as the fact that Katt was wasted beyond all belief and trying to drag people into my bedroom to....well..do the math. The first one I saved was Emma, who's already been thrown on my bed, and Katt was about to lunge for her. I stopped him and dragged him out of the room before going to the bed and dragging Emma off of it. She was laughing too hard to get up by herself...^_^;;; After that, I locked the door. Not that it stopped Katt any. No, next time he tried to drag me, but since the door was locked, he got nowhere. Then, apparently, he got a burn on his arm from falling over (srsly. Rug burn HURTS!!), so I stood him up and pushed him against a wall so he wouldn't fall over again, and told him it was going to be hot then really really cold as I took an ice pack out of the freezer (Yes, I really do have those.) and put it on his arm. Then, the scene changed - again. This time, I was standing in my bedroom and another friend was standing with me. Boobzilla, we call her. Well, she's begging me for 15,000 dollars. The first thing I did was laugh. Hysterically. Then, of course, I got accused of being an insensitive cur because she didn't get her way. Blah, blah, blah. I flat out told her that I didn't have that money, but even if I did, I wouldn't be loaning it to her. Cue 'insensitive cur' bit here. After that, I realized that I was a little bit tipsy, though, to my knowledge, I hadn't had any alcohol (and most certainly had none before I fell asleep). A group of us went outside to smoke and apparently, I had to give papers on dealing with pregnancy to another friend. Then I saw a woman who looked EXACTLY like my mom. It was scary. That's basically all that happened.

So, I'd really REALLY like to ask the part of my subconsious that came up with this crack only one question: WTF was THAT?!?!?