i woke up this morning to an aboriginal man yodeling, and it was friday, and i was happy because it was friday, and then i asked jerry if it was friday, and he said it was thursday, and then i was sad.
also, a giant starfish tried to eat my feet in the middle of the night, and i could see it eat nemo’s dad, so i knew it was going to eat my feet, and i couldn’t get away because i was in water, and i kicked jerry.
Junior | 08-Feb-07 at 10:34 am | Permalink
Did you heal? Or make a decision? Perhaps to stop listening to crazy yodeling and get some good sleep?
alex | 08-Feb-07 at 10:48 am | Permalink
Not yet, but just as I was reading your comment, I remembered where the starfish came from. You know how you think you’re having this dream full of subconscious meaning…like you dream that Will Ferrel is helping you buy shoes, and when you wake up you think that maybe your sub-conscious is telling you something really deep? So you look up the meaning of shoe-buying in dreams on-line, and you’re like, “Huh…wouldn’t of thought of that.” And the dream sticks with you, and a week later you remember that the day before the dream you saw an ad for a shoe sale, and you think, “Well, that’s disappointing and not deep at all.”
Junior | 08-Feb-07 at 1:34 pm | Permalink
“like you dream that Will Ferrel is helping you buy shoes, and when you wake up you think that maybe your sub-conscious is telling you something really deep?”
Actually, I do not know how that feels. If anybody was gonna go shoe shopping with me, it would be Keira Knightly
alex | 08-Feb-07 at 2:07 pm | Permalink
Smirky-mouth Keira? Blech.
Junior | 08-Feb-07 at 4:00 pm | Permalink
On another note, if I woke up and fell out of bed, I might die. It’s about 6 feet off the ground, with a hard floor underneath it…
alex | 08-Feb-07 at 4:04 pm | Permalink
dragged a comb across my head
found my way upstairs and drank a cup
and looking up
i noticed i was late
winrit | 10-Feb-07 at 5:27 pm | Permalink
I dreamed last night that I was making out with Mark Wahlberg. He looked like Mark Wahlberg, but he wasn’t. We met at a phone booth and then we went back to an old boyfriend’s house to make out. The old boyfriend’s mother was there sleeping. I was afraid she heard us making out.
Junior | 10-Feb-07 at 5:29 pm | Permalink
I have no idea what you are quoting there. Is it some kind of poem? You need to capitalize.
alex | 10-Feb-07 at 5:39 pm | Permalink
I don’t like you, Junior. Winrit, you have too many dreams of making out with someone. I want your dream life.