From the realm of drug-induced weird-ass dreams:

[alexmegami]

A fellow blogger, who I only know from Teh Internets, helped me break into SimonB's house in the middle of the night.

I prowled around, scared out of my mind because I thought he/his family would catch me and he would never speak to me again. Also, his house was WEIRD in the blue, barely-dawn light.

In the end, I did not find what I wanted, and escaped through the bathroom window. I fled, feeling awful, and woke up.

Comments

[mysticjuicer.livejournal.com]

*pictures theFerrett boosting you in through the kitchen window and cracks up laughing* What were you looking for? Or was it one of those nonspecific dream-want things?

[alexmegami]

Not TF. :D That would have been EVEN WEIRDER.

It was a non-specific thing, that could have been anywhere in your house - I even tried upstairs. I felt SO GUILTY all through the dream, like I should have just knocked and asked, but I didn't want to wake you all up but I NEEDED whatever it was RIGHT THEN.