evilevilcouch@gmail.com: I kept having dreams about you evilevilcouch@gmail.com: In the last one I bought you cookies shaped like table top rpg game pieces evilevilcouch@gmail.com: (the were on sale, apparently) evilevilcouch@gmail.com: And earlier or something in the dream you had an interview (which went on like some perez hilton stupid 10 sec Q/A thing) with a stupid rag evilevilcouch@gmail.com: They asked you about "travel." You either mentioned "vacation plans with your girlfriend" or being a "perpetual traveller with your girlfriend" evilevilcouch@gmail.com: Which was odd I guess evilevilcouch@gmail.com: But earlier in the dream you weren't there and there was this battle and one of my punk friends (in this crew of fucking shit up) apparently became missing evilevilcouch@gmail.com: But they found body parts evilevilcouch@gmail.com: He was in the crew of fucking shit up and Laura an I were defending my (ranch) house from their wrecking crew