I was in a car parking lot on a secret mission for the CIA (I had just watched Alias before I went to bed, I'm strange). I was driving aorund in my car shitting myself because I don't know how to drive, and I was supposed to be watching out for Red Squirrel or similar dropping off a package. Well, somehow I lost the car and botched the mission and was left penniless and alone in the carpark. I completely lost it and I think I started crying.
But then the phone rang! I picked it up, and I was told to "run, run fast bitch" or similar. Anyway, I spent about 1/2 hr running around car park in James Bond style manner except I was crying LIKE A BABY and this red balloon was chasing me. I couldn't escape, and just as I was about to get mangled I woke up.
And they say I'm neurotic. I give new meaning to the word neurotic.
