Picklechu
kiwifarms.net
- Joined
- Jan 2, 2014
After my ten hour bender on Saturday/Sunday, after finally getting home and going to bed, I dreamed that I was on the second floor of some building. I'm not sure what was going on exactly, but it was some kind of religious thing, since there were a bunch of church ladies (although most seemed to be no older than forty) around. They started judging me for basically everything, especially for being hungover and looking disheveled, so I tried to leave. Every time I got to where the stairs would be though, they were gone because a sorority had stolen them and was using them to film a winter-themed music video, so I couldn't get away. 