This time it really is a dream

So, somehow I managed to have a dream last night that the collective of all Saltine crackers wanted me dead. I tried to throw a few of them away, and they attacked me with this weird black mold that attached to my hand until I scrubbed it off with soap. From there, I think I tried to make tea, but there weren't any clean mugs, and after that things just sort of got not only surreal, but ridiculously realistic. There was some bit in the middle involving a grocery store (my mom yelling at me because she insisted I was looking for carrots that were a duller orange, even though I was looking for paler celery), and a little girl who'd lost her purse. My mom and I were trying to make some sort of cupcakes with filling, and Cool Whip was on sale for .02 cents a container (which, my mom insisted, might even be less than pudding). Oh, and there was a sale on some kind of cereal that kept disappearing, which caused me to find out that Froot Loops had been renamed to Ya Rlys. What I'm concerned about, though, is the part where I was following Light and Ryuk across this big open place near my dorm and trying to spy on them. Whoever was with me was disguised as a ladybug, and I wore a black t-shirt over the blue one they knew I was wearing and faced the other direction while I was listening so they wouldn't suspect it was me. Because that was bizarrely real. Though the field did look like my mind had borrowed it from some Zelda game. On the way back to the dorm, my friend found a stuffed sparrow, and that made me jealous so I tried to pick up this turtle, but it turns out it was still alive. So I decided I wanted a picture instead, but it was a snapping turtle, so I climbed this scaffolding to stay out of the way, and told my friend to wait a bit because I wanted to take a picture. (On top of the scaffolding, there were two tiny plastic figures of Hughes and Roy, totally randomly.) So I got a better footing on the scaffolding and got my camera out... unfortunately, since the turtle couldn't reach me anymore, he'd gotten out his lightsaber and was waving it at me. It was purple. I'm not sure how I escaped, but there was an entire other elabourate part that involved some sort of art film that changed perspective on the same situation. I only saw two sections, but it involved some giant piece of machinery falling on someone's van, and someone getting hit in the face with a large, colour CTA map. Oh, and somewhere along the line sketchyheart was playing some Mario game that involved a really evil water level that I'd somehow always been able to skip. If you got stuck going backwards, it built up a giant geyser and blew Mario off the screen. It was notorious for being ridiculously difficult.

P.S. Stop distracting me from this paper, wikipedia! It's not nice!

P.P.S. I probably shouldn't admit that I just seriously considered faking my own insanity so I wouldn't have to finish this paper in the next half-hour.

P.P.P.S. "Why wouldst thou be a breeder of dinners?" Good thing I caught that one. I should also make sure I haven't misspelled mother as bother in here... did that a few times last night, too.