You know you’ve reached the hallmark of sleep deprivation when you dream about Jesus pulling Judas, Brutus and Cassius out of Lucifer’s mouths in the ninth circle of hell.
I honestly can’t tell what amuses me more, the fact that in the two-something hours of sleep I’ve gotten that night I dreamed about Jesus doing Jesus things, or the fact that my brain went, "Oh my god, Jesus can’t just get Judas and leave! HE HAS TO GET BRUTUS AND CASSIUS TOO!"
I don’t think I’ve ever been this perplexed upon waking up from a dream, LMFAO. This may even top that one dream I had where I beat up Sherlock Holmes, and vacuumed poker chips out of a field of cats.