I'm starting to notice some things about my dreams. Number one, I'm a twelve year old boy. Two, I have an older brother that's a yellow talking dog. Three, there's a princess that keeps popping up. I shit you not, her name is Princess Bubblegum. Four, apparently I'm a hero there, because I was sent to get some weird book for heroes.
Crazy stuff, next thing you know I'll probably be dreaming about dancing spaghetti.