Hey there, boys and girls.

Bear with me here. It's not worth it, but maybe you will get some sort of sick kick out of my disturbed subconscious.

1. Not a dream, but I woke up with the question "which ancient civilization had ROUSes?" and a strong conviction that it was the Mayans.

2. It has been decided that for the play I am working backstage on (doing a job that REQUIRES full use of my arms), I must wear handcuffs. I'm sitting in my car when Brian walks up to the window to inform me of this. He explains how handcuffs work as starts he puts them on my right wrist (I do not remember why, but there was definite danger involved in this. I was at risk for losing a hand if he didn't put them on properly.) Apparently they have to click three times around my wrist (like the gas cap of a car, y'know?) or else the key won't work. After they're on, he says Marc will take them off for me.
Marc approaches, looking completely crazed and brandishing an ax. He begins chopping the crap out of my dashboard (the window is gone?) I say something along the lines of, "Uh...Y'know, Brian succeeded in putting them on without chopping my hands off, so maybe we should let him do this while he's on a roll." Marc accepts this as perfectly reasonable and walks away. Brian unlocks the handcuffs (without cutting off my hands).
Suddenly, I in a car being driven by my mother. We are giving Brian a ride home. Mom wants to drop me off and then take Brian home. I suggest maybe taking my mother home first, trying to save Brian the trouble of awkwardly sitting in a car alone with my mother. Mom eventually agrees.

3. I had to ask my history teacher several times in one class period to go to the bathroom. [TMI ALERT MAYBE YOU SHOULD STOP READING: This is odd, because I did not have to pee when I woke up. I warned you.]