Okay, so I had two of the weirdest dreams I’ve ever had last night. Presented in chronological order.

ONE!
I was back on the cruise, but it wasn’t really the cruise because we were on an open oil tanker (how I knew it was that kind of ship, I’m not sure) that was going through a rough storm.  Two little details I could pick out: I was wearing the chain Aaron gave me, and Boxy Boxy (remember him from awhile back?) was sitting next to me on the deck. All of a sudden, a helicopter comes out of the sky and I have to climb this ladder to safety. By the time I’m halfway up the ladder, I realize that while I somehow left the necklace on the deck and was carrying Boxy Boxy.

However, at some point I drop Boxy Boxy into the ocean. At first I’m like, “whatever, it’s a box,” then I realize how important he was. So I start screaming, “BOXY BOXY, I’LL COME BACK FOR YOU!” as I’m flown away.

Then I’m back in my room, crying my eyes out because I know I’ll never ever find Boxy Boxy in the ocean. Then my dad comes in the room and hands me—surprise surprise—Boxy Boxy! Apparently I actually left him on the ship and he was able to save it in the storm.

I had never been so happy in my dreams in my entire life. I woke up and had to hug Boxy Boxy.

TWO!
I’m in bed with a guy from my philosophy senior seminar. He’s still asleep and I’m next to him wondering, “well, that was fun. But now I have to take his penis as a sample. I hope he doesn’t notice.” So I get a pair of scissors, CUT HIS PENIS OFF, and put it in a plastic baggie to take with me. The dream skips ahead and there are a bunch of us awake talking. He’s there, too, and has apparently failed to notice his lack of a penis. (One year later edit: I TOLD you it was creepy!)

Yeah. There’s something wrong with me.