last time I had a dream it was about me living in Tennessee (which I don't), preparing for war against Kentucky (which was replacing North Carolina for some reason), so a little group, including me, sailed west to England and then directly south to Germany (don't ask I don't have answers), and Germany was also blocky as in like minecraft or whatever, then we blew up a box of books with a stink bomb and brought the box home, except we had some books in there that had to be returned, and there were a lot of books that didn't really make sense to be returned, and then there was a book with a dead SpongeBob on one of its pages. A. KID'S. BOOK.
yeah then I woke up because yes