Okay...this dream I don't understand.
I was a serial killer, and I was going to die. Go figure. Still had the same friends I have now, and I don't recall why I was on death row or why I was a serial killer in the first place, but my friends seemed completely baffled that I would do such a thing. I just didn't want to die.
So...why did my brain decide on *this* one?
So...why did my brain decide on *this* one?
