Dream #3 time.

I once dreamed that my family had been taken by terrorists. In order to save them, I had to pull off a stunt no human being should EVER have to do; I had to warp through our toilet. Like Mario and his warping pipe things. And it worked. I appeared in the restroom of the terrorist HQ, and commented the lovely very dark green wallpaper. Then, I suddenly realized that what had just happened was just TOO retarded, even for me. So, I started yelling at me and I woke myself up.

I think I need professional help.

Also, right now I am in the computer lab at my college, and earlier there was this small child who insisted on playing the Spongebob Squarepants Theme over and over and over again. Needless to say, now I can't stop humming it.