I was inspired by Josh to throw my wierd dream from last night up on the Xanga...so here it is. I'll set the scene, it's a nasty, old, dirty house. I have no shoes, my clothes are torn up, and I'm hungry. I figure out that I'm being held hostage by someone. All of the sudden, someone who looks like Rev. Al Sharpton shows up, and he's the guy that's holding me hostage! I've been there a long time, and I don't know why. I think it had something to do with my dad's successful business or something (I don't know what my dad did in this dream...). So all of the sudden three of my friends show up (some I recognize, some I don't) and decide they're gonna bust me out. Here's the plan they came up with: We're going to have some toast out on the front lawn of this house. Then, at the most unassuming time, I'm going to jump into the van and we'll all drive off. Right before the plan goes into effect my friend says "Hold up, I gotta go get some friends" and he brings back a group of clowns. Then I jump into the van, but the clowns are now holding my friend hostage with Al Sharpton! We left him behind...oh well, I didn't recognize him anyway...heh. The van brought me to my dad's company headquarters where I hid out and used computers. .......................then I woke up. Ideas? | 
