Jesse's Girl
I had the weirdest dream today. Bill Murray was in it and he was trying to make-out with me and it was really kind of awesome. But, he was a younger version. Like, his age was probably somewhere close to my age now. You know, like, 40. I take it I must have really liked him in that Hunter S. Thompson movie I watched. There were also three Lumpkins in my dream. And, it was all very lucid and weird. Yeah. It was like the kind of weird that I really wanted to be in the dream with it and yet, it was too weird to feel that in-touch with what was going on in a dream that I didn't want to be in the dream anymore.
This is what I get for going out last night. My brother's band played a show and my mom and her boyfriend came into the city for the night so I made sure I was off today so that I could go. But, I rarely go out anymore like that and it was all just too much and then today I took a nap and Bill Murray tried to make-out with me and I liked it but not enough to want to stay in the dream.
I also took a puff of my brother's cigarette outside on the rooftop patio deal. I have no idea why. I haven't had a puff of a cigarette in over five years. I coughed like I was dying. I don't think I'll ever take a puff again. I had to hold his cigarette for him and I'm all what-the-hell-like and yeah, bad, bad idea. The good thing is that I didn't spend any money. My mom bought me drinks and a friend I hadn't seen in awhile bought me a birthday drink which was really cool so I came home very happy about all that.
We went to Shaw's for dinner which is one of my fave places in Chi even though I haven't been there in awhile. And, even though I haven't been there in awhile the bartender sent us free desserts. So, that was kind of awesome, too.
Today has been a very lazy Saturday and now tomorrow is going to be a very busy Sunday. But, before that busy Sunday, I have rented Camp Hell for the night starring Jesse Eisenberg whom I am hoping that I have a dream about afterwards in which he and I make-out.
I'm beginning to realize that my blog is going to become the equivalent of a mechanic's car, grammatically speaking. Like, because all I do is correct grammar all day long; so, when it comes to my blog when I type really fast and realize my sentence is getting all sorts of off-track, I have no desire to go back and fix the li'l fucker. So, they say that a mechanic's car is always in terrible shape because he's always working on everyone else's car and has no desire to fix his own any longer.
So, have fun with that, dear readership.
Besides, it's lazy Saturday. I ain't doin' shit.
Please send May-Chandra-Dream-of-Making-out-with-Jesse-Eisenberg vibes my way for my birthday. Thank you.
I'll take it from there.
Bottoms up!
This is what I get for going out last night. My brother's band played a show and my mom and her boyfriend came into the city for the night so I made sure I was off today so that I could go. But, I rarely go out anymore like that and it was all just too much and then today I took a nap and Bill Murray tried to make-out with me and I liked it but not enough to want to stay in the dream.
I also took a puff of my brother's cigarette outside on the rooftop patio deal. I have no idea why. I haven't had a puff of a cigarette in over five years. I coughed like I was dying. I don't think I'll ever take a puff again. I had to hold his cigarette for him and I'm all what-the-hell-like and yeah, bad, bad idea. The good thing is that I didn't spend any money. My mom bought me drinks and a friend I hadn't seen in awhile bought me a birthday drink which was really cool so I came home very happy about all that.
We went to Shaw's for dinner which is one of my fave places in Chi even though I haven't been there in awhile. And, even though I haven't been there in awhile the bartender sent us free desserts. So, that was kind of awesome, too.
Today has been a very lazy Saturday and now tomorrow is going to be a very busy Sunday. But, before that busy Sunday, I have rented Camp Hell for the night starring Jesse Eisenberg whom I am hoping that I have a dream about afterwards in which he and I make-out.
I'm beginning to realize that my blog is going to become the equivalent of a mechanic's car, grammatically speaking. Like, because all I do is correct grammar all day long; so, when it comes to my blog when I type really fast and realize my sentence is getting all sorts of off-track, I have no desire to go back and fix the li'l fucker. So, they say that a mechanic's car is always in terrible shape because he's always working on everyone else's car and has no desire to fix his own any longer.
So, have fun with that, dear readership.
Besides, it's lazy Saturday. I ain't doin' shit.
Please send May-Chandra-Dream-of-Making-out-with-Jesse-Eisenberg vibes my way for my birthday. Thank you.
I'll take it from there.
Bottoms up!
posted by Strumpet at 7:41 PM
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I dreamed that I gave a ride to three Japanese tourists and for some reason I let one of them sit in the driver's seat, only then because the seats were adjusted funny I couldn't properly reach the spare brake pedal from my seat in the back, and the girl in the driver's seat didn't realize she was supposed to be helping drive, and we had a fender bender with a utility repair truck that was stopped on the side of the road. The tourists were all very confused and upset with me, and I was quite glad to wake up and not be in the dream anymore.
So I vote your dream to be far superior to mine.
Seeing as I fell asleep half-way through the movie, I didn't make out with Jesse Eisenberg.
Damnit.
Was the driver of the utility repair truck hot?
There was no driver. In addition to all its other discomforts, the dream put me in the moral quandary of "It looks like this accident didn't actually cause any damage, and no one is here, so do I try to contact the vehicle's owner or not?"
Now that I've read this, I'm going to the couch for a 30 minute power nap, and I'm gonna dream that I'm making out with a hot grammatically correct chick that's wearing a party hat and nothing else! Oh, she might have one of those little blow toys in her mouth too, you know, the kind that whistle and make the sound of crumpled paper when the unfurl?
Say the word,
love.
~ Sir Wad
Wow, Devo. That dream sucks.
It's better than no dream, however. I went through a very long period when I never remembered any of my dreams. I thought that maybe I had stopped dreaming.
Wad, I so need some blow toys.
Last night I dreamed I was in some Las Vegas hotel where there was a multi-story extravaganza of some kind going on in one part of the lobby and I climbed up onto the head of some gargantuan plastic sculpture and when I was ready to climb back down, there was like, a swarm of toddlers climbing on the statue too, and one was right where my foot needed to go. So I asked him, "Excuse me, I need to get down. Could you --" and he just let go and fell straight down, 40 feet, in slow motion so I had plenty of time to think, "Oh shit, I just killed this kid and now I'm going to have to watch him explode like a ripe watermelon when he hits the floor!" But apparently the carpeting was some kind of crazy plush Las Vegas carpet and he not only did not explode but was fine and his mom picked him up and was kind of pissed at me, and I was thinking, "Wait a minute, I'm not the one who let a toddler climb unsupervised on a giant plastic statue over a 40-foot drop!" But before either of us could get to the point of screaming at each other, I woke up.
Maybe tonight I will dream something nice for a change.
I do agree that it would suck to not remember any dreams at all, though. Because you know you're having them, whether you remember them or not.
Well, sweet dreams to you!
I've never been a fan of hardwood floors even though that seems to be all there is with regards to apartments here in the city. I'm far more a fan of the "crazy plush Las Vegas carpet." I'd say I should move, but I don't think I could handle Las Vegas long-term.
Also, that is kind of an awesome dream and I'm trying to figure out what it all could possibly mean.
I think it means people have no business taking kids to Vegas.
Or that if you climb up on top of a giant sculpture, you should just relax and take in the sights up there until everyone is out of your way.
Yeah, getting everyone out of your way. I have nightmares about that.
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