I had a neat dream last night. Unfortunately I was woken up in the middle of it but it was still cool.

There were a bunch of kids at this summer camp. Throughout the course of camp, me and another kid were killed. We came back as ghosts and I went about solving the mystery of the murder of this other kid, with the help of a counselor who could see ghosts. Unfortunately I woke before I could find out who did it.

To be fair, the other kid who was murdered was an asshole and kinda deserved it.

So I had a long dream recently. It all took place at my grandparents' house, as many of my dreams do. The first half I barely remember, it took place in the guest rooms and involved Calvin and Hobbes.

The second half I remember better. My grandparents' house was a museum, and my granddad was alive. It took me a while to realize he was supposed to be dead, but I learned they brought him back to life using magic. He kept disappearing cause the magic had a timer, so I spent the rest of the dream trying to learn how to make this magic permanent from gnomes. Then somehow I became a fugitive and had to go with pirates out onto the bay cause they had the only gnomes left.

Then I woke up!