Disclaimer: this conversation took place over the phone.
Me: So, today I go to the dermatologist to see if my creepy mole is just normal creepy or melanoma creepy.
Her: That's good. At least you'll get it over with and you can stop worrying about it.
Me: Well, I didn't think I was worried about it, but then I had a dream last night that I had to wait three and a half hours in the dermatologist's waiting room and there was a psychotic murdering ghost in the waiting room with me.
Her: Was it one of those dreams where you're the only one who can see it & so everyone thinks you're crazy?
Me: No, the nurse told me that it's fine as long as you don't let the ghost know you can see it. But if you make eye contact then HE WILL KILL YOU!!!
Her: So, how did that go?
Me: I was doing okay until he came and sat so close to me he was practically on my lap. Then I got really scared.
Her: Did you ever find out why he was there?
Me: Yeah, they said he was the ghost of a murderer who was killed by police snipers while holding the patients in the office hostage.
Her: Wait ~ why did the murderer bring a goat with him to hold people hostage?
Me: What!? No, no, no! Not a goat. A ghost.
Her: Oh, that makes so much more sense. I was imagining a demon goat.
Me: A demon goat would have been creepier.
Her: Yeah, especially since he was sitting in your lap.
Then later I texted her from the waiting room.
Me: I have been waiting at the dermatologist for over an hour! I hate when doctors do this ~ so arrogant! ::grr::
Her: OMG! Your dream is coming true! DON'T LOOK AT THE GOAT!
Me: But he's staring RIGHT AT ME!!!
Then she emailed me a motivational poster to enjoy while I was waiting.
Isn't family just awesome?
P.S. The mole was just normal creepy, not melanoma creepy, so no worries. Plus it's gone now anyways.