This morning's dream made me a killer. For some reason, I had this awful habbit of turning into a shark and eating people whenever we were in a pool together. Fortunately, Consuela, our maid, helped hide me in the closet by the garage for a time. I believe she was still there when my father eventually dragged me off to the police. I believe there was a reason that I didn't go crinos and eat him, but don't recall.
Also, bodily waste functions were regulated by fruit loops and pink lemonade.
Step 1. Go to Dress Rehearsal.
Step 2. Go to Crossroads.
Step 3. Profit.
