a hypothesis as silly as this

my brain must encompass some sort of outrageous subconscious because the dreams i have are simply not right. last night i dreamt up one of the most epic situations i've ever dreamt. most of it takes place in new york city, more specifically the museum of natural history. there was a contest going on, a sort of amazing race type of event. somewhere in the museum there was $60,000 and whoever found it first got to keep the prize money. the catch was that the museum was haunted by terribly violent ghosts of people and animals. i went in and encountered the first ghost, an old lady with no eyes who told me i had to use the other door. she wasn't so violent, just terrifying. the doors to the museum were gigantic revolving doors that made the most crushing sound when you went through them. when i finally got in, i noticed that a lot of people had decided to try their hand at treasure hunting. i overheard from two people strategizing that the money was definitely in between sections 1 and 6 of the museum. whether or not the museum even has numbered sections is beyond me, but my dream needed to order it in some manner so numbers it was. i immediately went over to the floor plan and looked for where sections 1 through 6 were. i reached section 1 and saw quite a gruesome scene. the violent ghosts were taking out the living one by one. it made no sense at all, but i assumed the money wasn't there so i went on to the next section. section two was more quiet but i was still pretty shaken up by the chaos i'd witnessed before. i went in and looked around quickly, fearing that something would come up from behind me. i found a television playing a scene from a movie involving a godzilla type of creature and a blood thirsty robot. both were of huge proportion. i sat and watched them fight and make the same sounds the revolving doors made and got to the point where i couldn't listen any more. i ran away from the whole museum, fearing my ears would start to bleed. as in most of my dreams, there is an abrupt scene change here. the second i ran out of the museum it was night time and i was standing in front of a balcony. i have no idea where i was supposed to be but i saw my sister standing on the edge of the balcony rail dressed in pearls and a beautiful black cocktail dress. she screamed the following at me: "WHY CAN'T YOU JUST DO YOUR HOMEWORK, JENNA?!" and proceeded to leap from the balcony edge. it's at this point i woke up horribly confused.

on a brighter note, my arm pit is feeling 100% back to normal. the scar is gnarly and it stings from time to time, but i can lift just as much weight as i did before and an even amount in both arms. i think pushing myself to work out and move around right after the operation was a wise decision. it forced the nerves and muscles to reconnect at a faster pace. at least now i have matching arm pits, scars in both. it's amazing what the human body is capable of.