I used to have this strange recurring dream when I was younger. We aren’t talking like once or twice but probably once or twice a week for YEARS. Now bear with me because this dream is SERIOUSLY whacked out.

My friend Jennifer and I were kidnapped by Boris and Natasha (as in Rocky and Bullwinkle). Yeah. But it gets better! Boris and Natasha threw me and Jennifer into a furnace with my Sesame Street play set thing with the cars and the elevator where you send a most likely DUI-deserving cookie monster (because you KNOW that dude was stoned out of his gourd) careening down this curvy ramp and we sat there and played with Burt and fucking Ernie until we somehow magically escaped the furnace.

And it doesn’t even end there…

From the furnace we commandeer a fucking MONSTER TRUCK and proceed to demolish a village. All because Boris and Natasha kidnapped our asses. And you wonder why I’m so weird.

But what I’m REALLY wondering is why on EARTH did I have this dream again last night and not ONE SINGLE THING WAS DIFFERENT…