Kidnapping Astronauts

Sometimes I have crazy dreams. Like astronauts kidnapping me. I woke up last night at one and was absolutely sure that there was an astronaut in my room trying to steal me away in the night. I finally came to and immediately texted a friend because I knew I would forget that weirdness and I had to share with someone. It still took me a bit to fall back asleep, I kept seeing  heads with massive astronaut helmets on.

I never should have fallen back asleep though, because the next dream was even crazier than the first. It started out with my sister and I being pulled over by the FBI, who informed us that her husband was under investigation for dealing drugs and that we needed to cooperate. We exchanged un-pleasantries and then headed home. We got to our house and found a stick of butter on the front step. From the FBI. With a secret inscription. Asking us if we will cooperate. We wouldn't. We knew her husband was innocent. So I scratched an inscription into another stick of butter, but I couldn't place it on the FBI's doorstep because they were out front on the porch. Instead, I ran down the block and proceeded to climb over the back wall of a house and follow it down to the backyard of the FBI headquarters. I had to avoid dogs attacking me and pretending like no one could hear their barking. When I got to the FBI HQ, I climbed up onto the roof of the house, lowered myself down onto the front porch, hit the doorbell and then ran like the wind to get back to the fence/wall and sprinted haphazardly down the block to get away before they could catch me.

That's all I can remember now.

Kidnapping Astronauts.

And Federal Agents. With butter.