Must be from the lack of Nicotine.

That's the only thing I can think of as to why I'm having these retarded dreams.

I dreamt this afternoon for a long time. It started with me painting my parent's living room, and I ran out of paint. I left the house to go to the store, and on the way stopped in at the "Dairy Freeze" to say Hi to some girl who worked there. She told me to come back because they had leftover creamed chicken and I could get some for a discount. SJK was there talking to MF, and he was holding a beer. I told him he had better be holding that for someone else otherwise I would kick his ass, and he threw the can away. I went to the store, got the paint, and came back. SKJ was gone but MF was still there and TM had joined him. TM was being all menacing like he used to be, not friendly like in the last dream. He growled at me and yelled at me and I ended up calming him down. We walked down the street, which was alive and bright with vendors and had a carnival-atmosphere about it, with rides too. I skipped away from him, stopped and let him catch up, then skipped away again. I kept skipping away until he was so far behind that I could run, which is exactly what I did. I couldn't wait to get away from him. I ran behind all the vendors' booths and back to the Dairy Freeze. I was talking with the girl and eating my creamed chicken (it came in a box, and the cooked carrots were poured on the counter for you to come and scoop up whenever you wanted some) when my mom called wondering where I was. So, I went home and looked at the walls I had already painted. They looked so shitty. I had painted uneven lines, there was a big spot of green on top of the red area, and the paint cans were all lying open. I tried closing the blue one and it made a farting noise and sprayed paint gobs into my hand. I smeared the paint all over the wall where the blue part was and it ended up looking better than where I had painted with a brush. I went to talk to my family in the dining room, and there were two blue puddles on the floor by the patio door. I asked my mother what the heck had happened and she said that SJK had come home drunk and puked on the floor. Apparently it was blue from some popsicles he had eaten earlier. She blamed me, and I tried to explain t0 her that the Dairy Freeze never carded and beers were only 50 cents, and did she remember the one that was in Northfield across from the old post office that later became a Tae-Kwon Do place? She didn't. I went downstairs, frustrated, and found SL with some of our friends watching TV. We decided to all go to this club where there was karaoke. I can't remember the name of the club, but everyone knew us there. It wasn't packed, so we got to sing a lot. There were two rooms besides the main room, which had karaoke and food, the other one had a big screen TV and large couches and chairs to sit and watch old movies, and the third was just a room that was dark, with couches. The whole place was decorated in an old fashioned kind of theme, the dark room was like the 60's where the only light came from a couple of black lights and huge lava lamps, the main room was like the 50's diner style, and the TV room was like the 70's with shag carpet and lots of green and orange (avocado and rust I guess they were called back then.) We bounced from room to room, and when karaoke had started to die down we chilled in the 70's room watching some old campy porno that was hilarious. My ex boyfriend was there (he didn't look like any real-life exboyfriend though) and he kept trying to kiss me and touch me and stuff like that. Eventually, I ended up sitting on his lap, to watch the movie, and SL sat next to us. Did I mention that in the dream SL was really, really fat? I mean so fat that there was no room on his lap for me. I was the same size as I am now. Anyway. We were watching this porno and the boy kept kissing my next and stuff and SL didn't even notice, even though he was right next to him. After the movie was over we went to the dark room and just laid around, I think we were smoking pot but I'm not sure. I hate pot in real life anyway. We laid around and laid around and did absolutely nothing, and then SL and I went home. We lived in my parents' basement. I came out of the one room and SL was sitting on the bed, and he had gotten so much fatter than he was earlier that I didn't even recognize him at first glance. I asked him what time he had to work tomorrow, and he said from 3:30 to 3:30. I told him that didn't make any sense, so I called CVS to find out for myself. The girl who answered said that he was sccheduled from 1-2. I hung up and yelled at SL what the fuck was going on and why didn't he have regular hours any more and by the way what happened to his dress pants, and he told me he had quit CVS last week and threw his pants out and the only reason he was working an hour was so he could clean out his area and do the paperwork. I yelled at him and yelled at him and then I left. I went to this 24 hours mall, and was going to the jewellrey store to return this necklace that SL bought me. I walked in and all the customers were weird, like they were all just standing at the counters looking striaght down and no one was talking. Then some guy moved and this middle-aged lady turned towards him and started busting out rounds from her well-concealed machine gun. She looked like she was fat with a pouch but that pouch held her guns and ammo. How I knew this, I don't know, but she was shooting up the place pretty bad. Some guy grabbed me and held me in front of him and told the lady that she'd have to shoot me before he would open the safe. I thought that was pretty stupid and said so, out loud, and pointed out that if she really wanted to get away with some loot she could just machine gun the cases and take out all the jewellrey. She looked amazed by this concept and tried what I said to do, and then she left, presumably with over $500,000 worth of jewells. I saved the day but no one cared. Then I woke up, and I was walking out of the jewellrey store and wondering if I would get to be on the news.