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Ok. So it wasn't a mess, but it had a very Laurell and Hardy feel to it.



I woke up this morning giggle-snorting from my dream. So much so, I had to call Khayman before 7am and leave it on her voice mail (prompting a very worried return call - I normally don't call that early so she skipped the voice mail - sorry, sugar).



Picture you this:



I was a half-vampire, and part of a vampire biker club.



As I was a half and not a full, I only got a bicycle, whereas everyone else had motorcycles.



The motorcycles all each had three ginormous HD flat screen televisions mounted on their handlebars, center left and right, to watch while we drove around the US to every Wal-Mart to check the price of ergonomic keyboards.



That. Is. All. *giggle snort snort*



She said her mother at least had the excuse of hormonal issues for her weird dreams, whereas I was just completely nuts. I reminded her that may be the case but I am extremely high functioning. :P She agreed, and we giggled.