A few nights ago I had a dream I was at my grandma’s house babysitting this group of children:
That’s a lot of children. We were playing in the backyard, and some evil person (every dream has to have an evil person, right?) unleashed some headless dogs in the backyard too and we were all really scared. Obviously. But we couldn’t go inside because these guys
Were investigating a murder in my grandma’s house.
Then I woke up.
I believe this is my favorite blogpost ever.