my dreams were all sorts of screwed up last night.

i remember a torn prom dress (except it was actually my old orchestra dress), and a guy i was surprised to find wanted to go to some sort of fancy function (not the prom) with me. i was happy to know in advance so i could get an actual dress this time. apparently, it was also something we were supposed to wear masks to, and i had made one with crayons and banner paper. it was just a smiley face.

there was also a retarded guy that had a branch with dead bats tied to it. he kept poking me with it, and he was really beginning to bother me. i kept trying to be nice because of his mental status.