Last night, I had a dream. [/rent reference]
I had a crazy teacher who was vaguely reminiscent of my drama teacher, except more scary and evil and sadistic (if that’s possible). One day during school, she went crazy and something freaky happened (I don’t really remember). Long story short, she ended up killing her kid or something horrible. Since she was mentally insane, she decided to carry around an old, rotting melon in place of her kid. Or something. Like I said, it was really freaky and I don’t even remember the backstory.
So anyway, CNN randomly wanted to interview me about it so they flew me to New York. I got to the CNN building (which apparently moved to the waterfront) and nobody knew where I was supposed to go. I had to walk all the way around the building and then we found out that Anderson/Andy (lol) was going to interview me and I became ecstatic. Except that we could never find him. And I never got to ask him what Kathy Griffin was like. Twas sad.
Wow, I suck at retelling dreams.