I slept in the basement last night. It wasn't bad at all. I don't remember any centipedes crawling on my face or anything like that.

I had a dream that I was in some restaurant in Italy. Fizz and Brose were there. Someone at the table next to ours was giving their friend a back rub. Fizz said 'back rub'. I told him he needed to say it louder. We all started yelling 'back rub!'. The owner yelled back from a different part of the room 'The word is (something in Italian). Why do I care if there's a back rub?'. And I started saying it in Italian.

I had a bunch of pills I was supposed to take, but was having trouble swallowing them. We didn't seem to have enough liquids on our table. Then I found some wine and tried to swallow my pills using that.

A waiter came up to us and asked if we needed anything. Then he sat down next to me and was obviously trying to take things out of my pockets. So I killed him. The real waiter got excited, and the owner came over to our table kind of mad. 'What? There was a pickpocket here?!?'.

On my way out I placed the fake waiter body into a garbage can.