So, I had another dream last night, and I can't remember most of it. Except, I remember very distinctly shouting, "Well I guess I won't let you read my autographed copy of Slaughterhouse Five, then!"

Good times.

Addendum: just now, i realized I had another dream last night (which I know there were two different ones because the Slaughterhouse Five one was at a pool party or something, and this other one was at a department store). Anyway, it was really vague too, all I remember is shoplifting a blazer by accident, and this one chick I knew briefly in college called the cops and I was arrested. True story.