I had another weird dream...

About fire. I'm not a fan of fire-I mean, it's pretty and all, but I wonder why I kept dreaming about it.

Anyways, some of my dream may be lies, since I may have forgotten some and have had to improvised.

So for some weird reason, me and a randomly selected group of my friends were stuck in this little room. (T.T Okay...)

Then, for some weird reason, this chef guy gave us this plate with a lid on top. I think we were having a contest on who could cook this thing the fastest...?

Well, we opened the lid and guess what we had to cook-A GUN. Yes, we're going to cook some nice revovler. Delicious. (not)

Anyways, since we had no idea how to cook a gun (who does?) we set fire to it. And some really dumb person put it on our closet. And guess what? Someone had put all of our clothes in it.

OK, so our room was on fire. I don't know if we tried going through the door, but being how dumb we were to put a fiery gun on our closet, that was no surprise.

So, we were practically dying and we started making little speeches similiar to a soap opera. And then suddenly, someone started tying this bedsheet and then threw it out the window.

Nice. So, I did not die in this dream. Extra nice.