  Last Night I didn't go to bed shortly after writing my last post, in fact, I didn't make it to bed until after daylight. My dumb ass. I did have another weird dream though. I'm sure it's of no interest to anyone, not even me really, but I am compelled to write it down. This one starts off with me and Will Ferrell. He has some sort of vehicle that looks like a lawn mower minus the handle, and wrapped in a loop around it is a colored plastic ribbon, for steering. In the dream, you sit behind it (I'm not sure if you sit on a detached seat, on some cardboard, or on the ground) and you control the direction with the ribbon, like you would a sled.
A lot of the dream is fuzzy, I remember riding around the countryside and struggling to steer it, trying to avoid collisions, and I think at some point I was being chased by cops. Then, I remember riding this stupid thing down a highway and up over a huge bridge, high up in the air. As I got over the top of the bridge, I saw the the road ahead is missing a large section and that people are falling in the water below.
The next thing I remember, I'm swimming in the water towards a small outcropping of sand and bushes next to the other side of the bridge. Greg, a childhood friend, is with me by then. As I sit on the sand embankment, I realize that it is moving and that I am sitting on top of a crocodile. I grab his jaws shut and Greg stabs him repeatedly until the croc is dead. From there we start looking around the wooded area behind us, looking for a way back to the mainland, and then I saw a skull, sitting up on a tree limb.
I started looking around and discovered that there were a lot of skulls, everywhere, some on sticks, like warnings. It's fuzzy here, but I remember making it through to the other side of the woods, back onto the highway. Dreams are weird. 
