Did your school ever have a janitor named Fred?

Monica just posted about a scary dream as I was thinking of posting about mine. So I will too. I took a nap today. Actually I fell asleep watching Fairly Odd Parents. But these happy-pappy cartoon images were not what visited me in my sleep. I had just gotten out of the shower and was standing in front of my bathroom mirror. I noticed on my right cheeck a coarse blackness that at first made me think I'd missed a spot shaving (I shave in the shower, btw) but soon realized that it was a series of needles stuck in my skin. To give you a visual, think about Kim Leung in the new X-Men movie. It was like that, but the spikes were coming out the front. It was like long black toothpicks had been deeply embedded into my skin (not straight on, but along the jaw line). I had to pull them out, one by one, and I could really feel the needles sliding through my face. It actually hurt. When I was done, I went to the nurse (I was apparently in some sort of boarding school. My dreams tend to take place at a mod pseudo-Hogwarts). By the time I got there, my face had started swelling. My lips were huge and it felt like there was a bouncy ball in my cheek wall that I couldn't help but painfully graze with my teeth when I moved it aside to talk or breathe. The nurse wouldn't see me because she thought it was gross, and people forced me to go wait in someone's basement who lived nearby. In this girl's basement the bouncy ball had become a jawbreaker and my lips were like water balloons. I wasn't really in pain at this point, but I knew that soon I wouldn't be able to breathe. I couldn't talk anymore and out of frustration I started punching out windows, embedding shards of glass between my knuckles and getting long cuts half way up my forearms. Then I woke up. For some reason I'm not tired tonight, so I've read up on everyone's blogs and taken the stupid comment moderator off my own. Now you can post freely and we don't have to go throught the email notification hassle. I'm also watching Arrested Development Disc 1. We'll see how far I get before I drift off to that scary place we call sleep.