...much better?

Ok, I'll stop complaining about my nightmares. The last one started out innocuously enough, in which my dad hired my mom's favorite singer to do a private concert for her birthday. (The singer in the dream is not actually her favorite singer - his songs are super-cheesy. One was about otters, I think. Not in a good way.) The singer became my boyfriend, and we walked around town together. He shoplifted to see if I really loved him (?!) Inexplicable things kept happening. It turned out they were happening because he had an evil twin who could teleport via water (if he touched water, he could be anywhere other water was) and who was summoned every time my boyfriend touched water. And the evil twin was actually some kind of demon child created by Satanists and he was totally trying to kill me.

Fun times.