I told my rommmates about this, and as entertained as they were I thought I might as well share it with the world.

A few nights ago I had this wierd dream in which some guy came to my parents house claiming to be my real father. My dad was confused and didn’t know what to do so he just says “fuck it, I’m out” and goes away somewhere. Meanwhile the man claiming to be my real father wants to know where I am, and tries to beat the answer out of my mother, who stays mum.

Later that same day I come home to find dad gone and mom bruised; me being me, I become enraged and demand to know what happen. When my mother tells me about this man and what he did, I set out to make things right and, as it was in the dream, defend my family’s honor. Now this is the best part… just picture this happening in a Bruce Lee movie and you’ll know exactly what it looked like in the dream. I go to the man’s house and open the door. He sees me and asks “are you my son?” I reply, with my cheesy action-movie one-liner, “do we bleed the same color?” I punch him in the eye, and proceed to beat him to death with my fists. I never really did find out if I was his son, but the honor and dignity of the Reich family was reclaimed…

… which is strange in itself. Since when do the Reich’s have dignity???