After those jerks left I got to sleep.

I was sitting at my computer, all the room was dark. There was no door to the porch - the back of the couch was up against that wall and the table was in front of it, so that the couch and the table were relatively the same as they are in awake life, but with my computer behind the table instead of to the left. Then the screen went black and a yellow and white message window about "the PII virus" or "the SII virus" popped up, saying that Windows had detected that this virus had infected my system, and that it had already corrupted the registry, my filesystem, and all else beyond repair. So that was just great.

I saw behind my monitor a guy standing there. I could bearly see him in the dark. He pointed a gun at my computer and started shooting holes in it. I dove behind the table that my computer sat on so that he couldn't hit me. But it was hard for me to move and I could bearly whisper, let alone yell to the rest of my housemates that there was a jerk in here trying to mess up our stuff, which was what I really wanted to do.

By the time I got up the guy had left the room. I did some jumps and flips around the room and landed on the green folding chair. Wasn't hurt or anything. I was just hoping that the guy had left because I could still bearly talk, and I didn't want to deal with him. As I wandered back in from the kitchen I saw a shadowy figure creeping along the wall from Fizz's room toward the door I was standing in. I couldn't yell for help, so I sat down next to the guy and tried to grab him. But he grabbed me and held my hand in front of me and it felt like he was pulling something out of my stomach. I didn't like that at all, so I somehow managed to reverse the situation. I was holding him against the wall, and as I looked at him, he looked more and more like Fizz making a scary face. And as I looked at it more he lost his head, and then it bacame the cusion of my couch with the window above it.

I managed to get back to sleep. I was thinking that SuperMike would come and rescue me if this guy tried to bother my dreams again...

It seems that Ben's guitar was stolen out of this room last night. While I was sleeping on the couch.