An unpleasant dream of unpleasantness.

This dream was a stream really bizarre events.

It starts out with a scene of disaster, my father and I were both on these weird rollercoaster things, and they have malfunctioned and caused us minor injuries. The reason they have malfunctioned is because someone on one of them fell asleep with gum in their mouth. (I feel like I should put a side-note here - I hate gum-chewers with a passion. A fiery, fiery passion. I want to punch anyone who's chewing gum anywhere near me all the time.) We blamed this awful, awful girl who may have been our exchange student or was for some reason was living with us and she was kind of chunky and a gum-chewer. She kind of went from being a girl I made up in my dream to being this girl I actually know who kind of bothers me, back to the girl in the dream.

Anyway, we blamed her for falling asleep with gum in her mouth and causing our roller coasters to malfunction, but I found pieces of gum stuck in my hair, as if I was the one who was chewing gum. This, however, simply cannot be as I do not chew gum.

Unfortunately, my father had gotten pretty hurt. (The dream-father looked NOTHING like my real father, and so I don't think this counts as one of those dreams where I dream my father dies.) His hand was all messed up, it looked like the skin of his fingers had just slipped off because it was hanging there, still attached, like a disgusting skin-colored glove and his fingers were skin-less. They looked like normal fingers but dipped in bright red paint.

I kept my mouth shut and let them blame the girl I hated, because not only did I hate her, but I was never sure if it really was me who had done it.

Then the dream took a really weird turn, and me and a few other people, all of them middle-aged women, had to climb up on top of this thing that looked like a small, very skinny and unstable office building and reminded me for some reason of the Eiffel Tower and was in my backyard.

We got to the top of the thing (no idea how) and the wind started picking up. All of a sudden, the tower was rocking back and forth violently, and we were in grave danger of falling off. It was swaying back and forth so hard that the top of it was nearing the ground. It was a very not-probable amount of rocking.

I couldn't seem to find something to hold onto, and somehow the other women were managing to stay on. The next thing I knew, I was falling off, hit the ground (not a long fall, not the kind where if you hit the ground in the dream you die in real life, but in the dream it was still from a great height. The fall was just a split-second) and had landed on my head, so I'm not really clear on how my neck was still intact. But it was.

The end.