. . . I had the creepiest dream last night.
Let's see if I can remember it.
Michael Caine was chasing me around a college summer camp at night. He was trying to, uh, do unquestionably bad things to me. This was not a good thing. This was a very bad thing, a very creepy thing and I was scared. At one point, he managed to capture me and stick a need in my hand. I escaped, but was drugged. I met Robert Pattison and Kristen Stewart during my running escape. they both signed my needle-pricked hand, him in sharpie, her in highlighter. I then ran away from them, because obviously they were doing nothing to help the Michael Caine chasing after my drugged self.
So then I escaped into a college gym/library where nobody really cares that I'm there, or drugged, or running frantically around. Giant excerise balls are there right next to the books with poetry. Michael Caine is slowly catching up. He is wearing all black and he looks like he did in the Prestige.
And then I wake up.
The only explaination I have for the scary Michael Cain is that I watched Sleuth, the older one where he is the young man and Laurence Olivier is the older crazier man. But, yeah the end of that movie is a pretty creepy couple of minutes and kind of impressionable and I think that caused this nightmare.
Also fears of college, which I'm not even going to until Fall 2011.
Anyways, just had to write this out into the world somehow. A friend once told me that if you tell your nightmare to someone, then it won't come true.
I sure as hell don't want Michael Caine to chase me around trying to drug and potentially kill me, so here I am writing the nightmare.
I feel much better.
Later.
LadyMarcy Community Member 
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