I dreamed that I was awoken to the sound of quiet squeaking and I opened the door to my bedroom to see a weird cylindrical ventilation shaft across the hall at eye level and there was a little white mouse with an elf costume on running around and making "music" on a little plastic flute.
Suddenly someone came around the corner and it was Penn Badgely and seeing the mouse he screamed and jumped up on a chair shouting, "A MOUSE! A MOUSE!!!! KILLLLLL ITTTT!!!!!"
(Also he had a pair of cymbals he was clapping together loudly.)
The little mouse became all alarmed from the commotion and jumped from the shaft onto the white carpet of my room and started scurrying around in circles.
I grabbed a shoe and smashed it.
It bled fluorescent pink everywhere. Really weird.
Penn was still shrieking "GET RIDDDD OF IT!!!!" So I grabbed some paper towels and scooped up the mouse carcass but I guess the fluorescent bleeding was arterial or something and it continued to spray fluorescent pink everywhere (keep in mind this was a teeny tiny mouse) as I ran to drop it into the toilet. The more it sprayed the more he screamed.
Finally I flushed the mouse away and went over to Penn, who was still standing on the chair cringing, rolled my eyes, shot him a look of disdain, and snatched back my cymbals.
What. A. Wuss.
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