Thursday, January 05, 2006

Dreamt I came home and found a burglar in the house. He had taken down the Christmas tree and put everything nicely away, but left the door open and almost set astray our kit pack (worried, infuriating). Luckily the kits didn't know what to do and were all lined up in the living room looking quizzically. Me yelling with all my neck, I've called the fucking police (lie), what the fuck are you doing in my house? The burglar resembled a Scramble champ wunderkint (as an adult) and said very calmy that it was all explained on "this sticker," which he unpeeled from a sheet and stuck on a table in front of me as if he had just been sweeping the chimney or some such thing. On the sticker was a barcode. Woke up hoppin mad.


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