So I had a dream last night that several people and I were being pursued by a giant, malicious couch. Yes, that’s right. A couch. We kept pulling cushions off of it, but it kept REGENERATING cushions. Long complicated plotline ensues, which I can’t really remember, but I do remember that we had to completely dismember the couch and tear it apart and de-fluff it to kill it. Oh, and it was trying to sit on us the whole time.
I blame Heroes on that one.