Weird Dreams
Aren't dreams strange? Last night I dreamt that I'd moved into a caravan park and one night me and Laura decided to go and knock on the neighbours but they weren't in and the door was open so we thought we'd wait inside for them. Anywhos, we became good friends with them and their caravan was massive, like sports hall massive, and in one of these massive rooms there was like a little kennel, and John (the neighbour) told us that a little goblin named Milling lived in there, and if you left some biscuits in a bowl for him he'd eat them and then leave some teeth in the bowl. Anyways one day we were staying over in their caravan and I woke up, looked through a window and there was this disgusting evil red faced troll with rows of teeth holding a knife or sword and then he stabbed John repeatedly and then saw me watching then started to come after me... And then I woke up. It was just very very bizarre.