OKAY SO LAST NIGHT.

I had the craziest dream. I was like tossing and turning until 3:00am and this is what I dreamed (AND IT WAS REALLY DISTURBING):
Pete Doherty and I lived together in my room. I think Pete Doherty and I had a thing, you know, but I'm not sure. Anyway, one day we really wanted to leave my room, but we couldn't. Because there were two rats hanging in the doorway. Like two living rats, hanging from a string, like spiders. I started getting scared and Pete, being the manly man he is, took a baseball bat and tried to kill the rats. Only, it didn't work. Instead they screeched and cocooned themselves in these shell things and multiplied. Pete and I retreated to my bed because we didn't know what to do. He kept trying to kill these rats hanging by strings from my door frame, but every time he tried they just multiplied.

OKAY so we took a break from trying to kill the rats and when we turned around, there was BRIGHT GREEN LIVING MOLD that had spread all over the door and the wall, so the door was like cemented shut. With mold. And this mold moved and breathed and actually looked a lot like chloroplasts. We tried to get past it and failed. And the rats scared the crap out of us. So we retreated to my bed. Probably to die, as there was no escape.

And the whole time in this dream, we could hear my parents' voices on the other side of the door saying things like, 'Oh, the pest problem is getting pretty bad' and 'Oh we'll have to fix this pretty soon, this is awful.'

...And, even though I don't want to admit it to myself, I think this is my subconscious telling me that I need to clean my room 'cause it's messy. Subconscious, you asshole. My room honestly is not scary that scary.