I just dreamt I came home and was robbed bare. Electronics, furniture, clothing... everything. I felt that same pit of dread I did when my websites were hacked. The thing that scared me the most, however, is how I realized it was a nightmare.
Not by the fact I had been doing a ton of travelling with my only view being Google Maps.
Not by the fact that I had just bought a clear egg.
Not by the fact that I was wandering around in public wearing only a robe.
Not by the fact that the apartment layout was like nothing I'd ever seen before.
But by the fact that the telephone I was about to call my parents on was, instead, this green thing I had thrown out.
Other than that gut-wrenching ending, it was a fairly dull dream.
Good morning internets.