Except this plant had long black braids, not unlike these hair weaving brochures in all the beauty parlors around my neighborhood. In any event, the plant liked to say "You could live without gas.." (Meaning, of course, that I didnt need to breathe. ) It would then proceed to try and grab me and prove its theory. YEs, evil and intelligent.
Poor Robert Deniro started to kiss me again and then he decided he needed to move around tot he other side of the bed. I tried to warn him about the plant, but it grabbed him.
Then my alarm went off. I wish I could have finished that one.