Reality sucks.

I had a dream last night that started out pretty awesome. I was at my Nan's, and I was on my laptop on Facebook, and it popped up in the top right hand corner of the screen that it was Jon Richardson's birthday (in this dream I guess Jon Richardson had Facebook and for whatever reason I had him added as a friend) - I went onto his page to wish him happy birthday, writing about four lines of stuff about how he deserves everything he's getting and he's talented. He immediately responded to me, with the words "I want you. I need you. Come to me" - yeah, I have no idea either.
The dream then descended into chaos as my little cousins got involved and the one threatended to kill the other... but it was nice while it lasted.


I tried so hard to fall back to sleep.