i had this dream last night that i made a rocket out of a pop bottle and i fell in love with the captain. our rocket crashed into my room shortly after take off. the captain and i were the only ones who survived. we both got this disease from the crash, his case was much worse than mine. it was the static cling disease. i was able to escape from it, but the captain wasn't -he had this blanket clinging to him and his hands were sewn into the fabric. when i escaped from the disease i hid in my bathroom from the captain because he wanted to be with me, but if i got near him i would get the disease again and die with him. so he took an axe and started chopping down the door, but i decided i wanted to die with him and surrendered. i hugged him and said "baby" and i cried.
