So I am at a funeral. On a roof. It is Britney Spears' funeral, and I am rolling her body around the roof as part of the funeral proceedings. And there is music playing in the background, really sad, dark music, and I continue to roll Britney Spears' body around the roof with my feet. Almost just kicking her. All the while the roof is being shingled. And it just so happens that my friends Danny and Jeremy are being shingled over. They cover Jeremy up, but don't quite make it to Danny. They run out of shingles and daylight. So with dark coming, I have to stand all night at the peak of the roof at attention. And I hear Jeremy and Danny converse:
Danny: It is really cold up here
Jeremy: Yea. My grandpa always had to do this, and he always said one thing: watch out for numero uno. So we gotta go find some wood to stay warm.


My dreams are messed up.