Curse Of The Moo-ers
I dreamt I got my camera back.
I dreamt I helped Matt Bomer (God bless his mother for birthing him) and Elmo escape some medieval castle only to step on the sticky cobwebs of some retarded looking spiders and die.
I dreamt I was really old and locked in a box sinking into the dark depths of the ocean.
I hate dreaming.
I hate dreaming all this in one night.
Actually, no. I just hate eating dairy products before going to sleep. It shall not happen again. Never, I tell you!
In future, I'm using this the next time I feel like eating dairy products.