I never used to remember my dreams, and I still maintain that I don't have any. However this morning I had an extremely trippy dream. It was like my family were all characters in Party Monster, and my father had murdered a drug dealer from Africa and stuck his body in a box and put it in our garage... (oh, my brother was Clara the chicken!!!!) so anyway, my father had forgotten what box it was and so we were searching through our garage for the body and then Mom woke me up.