Just woke up from a dream where my friends all resented me for wanting to have my birthday party at my house and Kris from Arkansas was trying to kill me because I was a self-centered prick. The reason I didn't just stand there and kill him with a crowbar was because I'd called my mother for legal advice and she said it wouldn't look good in the eyes of the law, so I had to race around the streets of Griffith Park Boulevard while he poured gasoline everywhere and chased me around the various parked cars. He lit the gas and cars would eventually blow up if they burned long enough, but it took forever to make sure he was caught in the blast.

Fucking bizarre.