Dreams. I don't get them very often but when I do they're either really average, or not-so-average at all. My dreams are mostly just odd ones when they are no-so-average, like giant chickens or whatever. Luckily, I'm not cursed with nightmares. I don't know why, but I never seem to have them, unless the one with giant chickens was a nightmare. Hmm. Anyway, my friend Devon Barnett has alot of nightmares of rapists and running from axe-murderers and the likes but I never seem to get them. MY two latest dreams that I can remember have been rather odd, and by odd, I mean odd. I thankfully didn't have one last night but the night before my dream was that I was sitting in a long banquet hall like in Hogwarts and I was at a table. Also at the table were a few unknown people and famous Youtuber, Alex Day. For some reason in my dream I didn't know it was him and I called him James. Now, James said something about "Space, Time and Ewoks". And these words, somehow, reminded me of Alex Day and I shouted "ALEX DAY!" at James who then looked really confused and insulted me. I was sad for the rest of the dream. And the night before that I dreamt I was part of the police force, chasing a guy who stole some lasagna and we were all on Penny Farthings. Strange. But my favourite dream of all time was when I dreamt I had a pet kitten named Ted. When I woke up from that dream, lets just say I was sad for a few hours because Ted wasn't real.