Last night, I got in this big fight with my mom, so I got in my car and drove to a friend's house for a breather. While I was there, I was so full of all this pissed off energy, that I went out to my car and fucking deep-cleaned the thing. I mean I scrubbed and vaccumed and dug down in between the seats.... When I was done, it was spotless and beautiful. I was so happy. Then I went back inside and started talking to my buddy, and he started revealing to me that he had been dealing in some kind of shad business, like the mob or something, so I got freaked out and decided it was time to come home. It felt nice to be back in my super warm bed again. Then I woke up and realized it was all a fucking dream. I feel retarded, since when I was walking down the stairs this morning I was like, "I've got to show my mom my car.. she'll shit herself!" But it was all a trick.