Once again, I slept and dreamed. This time, I was heavily involved with some guy who turned out, upon drifting towards consciousness, to be called Mark. My name was Mary. We were very close and very happy, and we shared a room, which kept changing as we moved around in some sort of bizarre complex looking for a better one. We were happy, that is, until his mother showed up, and started being a bitch to me. She wanted to go something, I think feel me up, that sounds about weird enough, and I told her to go to hell. At which point we started having a wrestling match, and of course I took the tramp down! Mark apparently wasn't very happy with me beating seven kinds of shit out of his mother, though, and we broke up. Quite bitterly.

This is what happens when you sleep during the night.

Obviously my subconscious is on drugs.