Okay, so this post was originally in my "summer" blog, but this one qualifies as one of the top three that are just plain weird. I'm pretty famous for having vivid, odd dreams, but even I think this one's weird. Here it is.

Apparently, Reno was my brother (just as if my life couldn't get worse). He was a Turk, so that should have meant that he has excellent reflexes, but no, that wasn't the case. His idiocy was still intact, though. I guess I was meant to be happy for having him as my brother, but that wasn't the case either.

He managed to get run over by a ferris wheel which meant that both of his legs got amputated, and I had to become a door-to-door salesman of invisible clothes to procure enough money to get a Hobbit surgeon to reattach his legs (?!). In the meanwhile, Elrond, who was apparently my father (does that mean that he's Reno's father too?), came to me and screamed at the top of his lungs for showing the orcs the way into the front yard. Mind you, there were no yards as far as I could see, front or back. We lived in a dingy apartment.

It is rather obvious that I probably needed a mental therapy from all the pressure. I probably still do...