Random Thoughts That Come From Homework Avoidance

I don't know if it's just because Halloween is coming, but I have been having scary-movie dreams with plots to rival many low-budget slasher films. I'm calling you out, Hollywood; I can write a better movie when I'm asleep than some of the crap that gets turned out. Oh well.

Since everyone loves hearing other people describe their dreams, I'll give you a short synopsis of two.

In the first I was invited to act in a horror movie. When I got to the set, and started working on the movie, however, I soon found out that this was no horror film being made, but that whatever creepy and bloody (the details are a bit vague now) events were going on in the "movie" were actually real. Like people were dying. And no one would believe me that it was real and not just Hollywood special effects. And for some reason my parents wouldn't let me quit the job. So I was like trapped in a real-life horror movie that everyone else thought was just a horror movie in production, and the bad guys were getting away with basically whatever they wanted. How meta, right?

And then last night I dreamed about a serial killer. He was really famous and all over the news (I am very sad to report that Luke from Modern Family was one of the victims), so my dad for some reason joined a group of boy scouts (Moonrise Kingdom?) to go search for him in some desert where he was thought to be. Leaving me at home with my dog. We can all see where this is going...
I came home one day to find a picture of the serial killer holding a picture of me (again, pretty meta of my dreams, I thought) on my table. And then next to it there is like a bikini and all this jewelry and a wig and such.  Yada yada yada, of course the killer is in my shower, and I woke up just when he was making me put on all the stuff from the table or else he would slit my throat (maybe Inception was right and I just refused so he killed me and that's why I woke up. I guess we'll never know).

I kind of want to start a dream diary, like write all that I can remember right when I wake up. Except I always push snooze until I can barely get ready in time for the bus. So that's probably not going to happen.

Also, if you have a few minutes, this memoir-like letter was really touching to me. Maybe you'll appreciate it too.
http://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/an-open-letter-to-the-mix-tape-made-for-me-by-my-college-boyfriend-now-deceased