My dreams remind me to set my alarm.

I had a dream where my mom and I had the ability to transform into f'ucking Brontosauruses, chased all over by Mafias in speed cars and machine guns. At the end, I transformed right in front of this douchebag who managed to corner us and squashed him under my right front foot amidst seas of their men, a tsunami ensued right after and we all, human and dinosaurs alike, ran for the f'uck of it.

True story, I omitted out the emotional parts for Funhaus, but this is as true as Justin Bieber.