Monster Might Eat My Feet.

I had a dream the other night that I was at a large family event at an oversized version of my parents' house, and it was sweet. It was a fairly normal dream, almost to the point of being reality. There were cousins and kids playing in the various rooms of the house, and at one point we sang Happy Birthday to someone. Then, Uncle Tim turned into Simon Cowell and started yelling at everyone. From that point on, the dream was awful and terrifying and I woke up sweating. Of course, I didn't take the covers off because if you know anything about monsters, you know that if you aren't under the protective powers of your covers, they can get you. So, I sweat profusely until I fell back asleep.

Later on, I drew a picture of Simon Cowell.