my dream was a horror movie. it wasn't actually scary and i'm not even sure i was in it, but i also wasn't just watching it. a guy was dating a girl but her friends didn't like him so they didn't invite him to the suprise birthday party they threw for her. up the street from the girl's house, on the top of a hill, sat a large compound that ostensibly was a retirement home but in reality was the running grounds of a group of backwoods cannibal types. i know, very cliche, but horror movies tend to be cliche. some of the girl's friends dared the boyfriend to drive into the compound with them. when they got to compound (it obviously wasn't a very fortified compound) they tried to throw the boyfriend from the car. at that point, the dream became a trailer flashing scenes of half-formed hillbillies and chewed up limbs lying on the ground. this was definitely influenced by the silly horror trailer we saw last night.