Today's dream involved issues with my mother. I was in my own living room and Caicedo was there with RedEyes. He was showing off his ... to her and she was unimpressed. While they were talking to each other, my mother came in and started telling me what to do. I tried to speak to her as a rational adult but she would not listen and I continued not to do as she was forcing me to do. That's when she hit me and I was shocked. I actually went into shock and started to shake uncontrollably. As my mother saw this was happening, she continued to slap me with continued yells that I must do as she says. At this point, all my thoughts were seeking objects to hurt myself. I picked up nearby crayons and markers and started to drag the tips across my skin, marking myself. I raked the crayons on my teeth and across my face. At this my mother continued to watch and scream at me that I was crazy and all this was due to my not following her orders. She stopped hitting me at this point because I was obsessed with doing my own damage. I screaming back at her to stop hitting me and trying to force me to do her own will; to treat me as an adult. She stated that I was obviously hurting myself because of lack of her guidance. My response was that it was due to her continuous controlling abuse that I am hurting myself. That my only option was to hurt myself because that was the only thing that she could not control. Meanwhile, I was looking for razors or blades that I could do even worse physical harm to myself. At this point, I began to wake up and the dream was over.

I had a dream and I didn't want to forget it. You were in it. I was lying down with you think u still playing poker when u suddenly changed you're mind. That you were going to need an 8mm video camera and some other things. I had an extra one and gave you; asking you to explain what you were doing. The second think you said was that you needed some weed or something with weed in it - because you're going to be this big video journalist, you needed to make your ideas come out and to be fresh. You started to drag me to some disreputable places, saying again that it was necessary to find the right place.

Some guy gave us and dress where this white guy was there to sell marijuana chips. I'm looking at you all angry that you've resorted to buying weed and that you are going to do videography. You explain that you were going to need it because when you enter Mexico to film, weed would be a great way to meet and socialize with the locals. The sold you a small bag of weed chips and I'm telling you that I started to get an even worse feeling. You finish your purchase and we head out when gunshots are heard and we start dashing out of the area. When we got far enough we were walking in and out of restaurants trying to look causal.

And then we ran into William H. Macy from the shameless show and we weren't sure it was him because he looked all cleaned up and we couldn't stop because we needed to get further from the shootings.