Couple of wyrd dreams, first I was back in high school with my high school boyfriend at the prom, only this time I wore a different dress, some God awful old faded white thing that looked like a box of used Kleenex. The prom didn't go much better. Yeah, it was all me.
Next, I was home again with Mummy and Daddy. I was in my last room there, my brother's old room, which was all bed. I was sick in bed, and it was mounded with blankets all rumpled and balled-up. Then, Daddy was in bed, in his room, and there was some sort of strange experiment going on presided over by a cute dark haired boy who seemed familiar; although, I'm sure, I don't know him. At the end of the trial he asked me if I thought the DNA was Daddy's or his.
