Dream-Dad, You Know What You've Done...

I haven't been sleeping soundly lately. I keep having anxiety dreams, and last night I woke up at 4:30 and couldn't fall back asleep until after 6AM. It was awful. When I finally did fall asleep, I had another anxiety dream. Gio was coughing and hacking the whole dream, and I didn't know why. I was with John Hamm in her big house that my subconscious built for her, and she was all "Maybe you should be a better dog owner and investigate that shit." That's when my dad parachuted in. He had a box of stuff with him, like presents for us or something. Actually, I'm pretty sure there was make-up in the bag, which brings up a whole new realm of weird. Why was my dad parachuting make-up to me and my best friend? Was this some sort of Swedish Mafia mission? Was the make-up bugged with listening devices? Probably.

Either way, this was when Gio started coughing even more. I was getting worried, and both John Hamm and my dad were getting annoyed that this problem wasn't being solved. That's when Gio hacked up the cardboard box that had been containing my dad's make-up gifts for John Hamm and I.

So really, it was Dream Dad's fault that my dog was dying. And it was probably my dog's way of trying to save our lives from the bugged make-up that may or may not have been laced with explosives. So, really, my dog is the hero here.

So.... analyze that.

Clearly he had no problems getting any sleep last night.