Dreams from January 30, 2010:

I was in my friend’s concrete basement. I told my brother to go shovel the snow. Then my friends tied off my arm and injected me with drugs, though I didn’t resist. They specifically said it was Tryptophan, but it made me energized and euphoric/manic. While I was in that state, we watched an educational video about the job market and economic downturn. My friend’s dad came down and told us that the TVs at my house are cheap because they would not be big enough to adequately fill the Grand Canyon. I then put on a Snuggie and pretended I was a shark. Somehow I ended up on a log in a swamp at night with my friend’s family. As they paddled, the front of the log kept dipping into the water along with me. We were ambushed by crocodiles near a swamp-side house. Everyone else jumped onto the house’s deck, but I was stuck hanging off of the side. My friend’s dad kept telling me not to roll because it would cause the crocodiles to bite me and go into a death roll. Then I woke up.