So last night I had a bizarre dream whose details aren’t really worth going into.  But one interesting nugget about it was that when I grabbed my cell phone to call my malefriend figure to help me (there was some strange guy being creepy, and a mysterious alarm had gone off in my apartment), an unfamiliar voice answered the phone.  I looked at my phone, which displayed the name “Samsonite,” and I realized I had dialed the wrong number.  Except it wasn’t Sam, it was her mother (I don’t know why?) and I felt really bad, because I had called at 6:58 AM.  And I was like, “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, you don’t know me but I know your daughter” and she was like, “Oh, that’s alright.  Are you ok?”  And then she let me tell her my problems.

I feel the need to share this because this is officially the third dream (that I can recall) I’ve had involving someone from Waterblogged.  This is especially strange since the dreams always involve people I rarely (if ever) see in person.  GET THIS PLACE OUT OF MY HEAD.