Beating people with sticks and crowbars...

That's what I feel like doing right now. Anybody! Really! Any takers? No...? Thought not.
Well, whatever. Anyway, my grades are surpeisingly pretty good in school right now. It was so surprising, my mother actually cried. A little depressing, if you think about it. Oh well. We're having rice tonight, so that's nice. ^_^
My dream last night contained me, my mother, my dog, an evil agency, Edward Scissorhands, Monty Python and some other random people...*twilight zone*...
Well, I was walking home from school when I found my mother talking to these evil looking people. So, awkwardly, I go up and say hello. The people grin evilly and try kidnapping me. Turns out she was working for them, and wanted to make me a member. So I punched one in the stomach and started running.
Soon, I've caught up with my friend Justin, who is also running from them. Then Edward Scissorhands, then some people from Monty Python. They wanted to kill them for some reason. And so that was pretty upsetting.
We end up in the middle of Phoenix, which means we ran for a while, and there was that member. Cursing under my breath, I take Eddy's hands and stab him. We started running again from reinforcements, Monty Python staying behind to help us.
Finally, we're in the Grand Canyon. I hear a barking, and something jumps on me. It sniffs, and licks. It's my dog Milo, and I was so thankful he wasn't evil. After rubbing and scratching his ear, Justin brings up that we're still being chased, and puts a leash on my dog's collar. And I smile, holding the leash, and start running.
We ran south, and we're in a forest outside of Flagstaff. A woman comes by and in recognition, hugs me, saying she's my aunt. I'm suspicious, but I follow. Edward and Justin are close behind, just in case. My friend suddenly has a crowbar in his hand, and is ready to strike. We enter the house, and sit on the couch. There's a knocking at the door, and opening the door, it's my mom.
My aunt has no clue what's going on, but tells me to greet my mother like a good girl. I shake my head and tell her everything. She laughs and says I'm very imaginative. I sigh, irratated. I grab my dog and friends and crash through the window epically.
And that's all I remember. The moral of the story is, never trust your own mother.