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I think that Jamie's ice-cream waffles must have a bad effect on my head or something.

Strange dreams all last night. A singing, dancing line of random people in bunny suits, that turned into me driving down an endless road, talking to, of all people, Lockhart from the Harry Potter books.

I think he wanted to be the mutant underwear model. Even my brain when sleeping knows its a bad idea.

We got pulled over by a policeman who was really Bobby, only not really, because he took off his policeman uniform and turned into Mister Summers, and then into Brittney Spears, and then into a big blue snake-lizard thing.

Ugh. Too strange for me.

And I overslept, which means I missed breakfast. Ick.