I Didn't Even Eat Dessert Last Night!
I have had wacky dreams before, but in the last couple of nights my dreams have been downright… bizarre!
The first night I dreamt that I was at an Indian Reservation. I don't know why I was there, but groovekittie was with me, and we were going into this shop to get a haircut or something. There also was this other Native American fellow with us, who was pretty on the eye *wink wink*, later I find out he's my "protector" or something and supposed to escort me around the place. Anyways there is this one guy who hated me because I was Asian or something and kept telling me to leave and I don't belong there and stuff like that. Anyway my "protector" told the guy leave me alone and I was allowed here for some reason. After a while, I ended in a car head to a train station or something, all I rmember is my "protector" was driving ridiculously fast and scaring the beejeezus out of me.
Anyways that dream was probably more confusing than bizarre. But the one I had this morning was just plain Effed up and NOT for the faint hearted.
I just remember that I was cleaning my new car because my mother was nagging me to wash it. I was at some parking lot cleaning my car, and just when I finished and was about to walk away, some guy walks up to my car and says something that was basically, "You killed Osama Bin Ladin!" and he throws a SEVERED HEAD on my car! WTF?! Of course, I'm thinking "OMGWTF?! I just washed my car! Now I have to clean it again!" So I walk away hoping that the guy would just leave or whatever because he was clearly NUTS. So after telling my mom what happened, I went to get some water to clean my car again. So I go back and see spots of blood and chunks of gore on the hood of my car and windshield. Just as I was about to clean the gore off, the guy comes back and throws the head on my car again! So now I have two spots of blood and gore on my car! So I'm just beyond pissed and annoyed, so I grab the head before the guy can retrieve it and throw it at my car again. I never really looked at the head, but for some reason I knew it was Richard Nixon's head. Not knowing what to do with the severed head of a dead president, I walked around holding the head by the hair and ask who wants to take this head and bury it or whatever you do with a head. Eventually Ronald Regan who was talking to his wife, Nancy Reagan, walks up and says, "I'll take it." So he takes it and I go back to cleaning blood and gore from my car. My last thought I had was, "Wait, isn't Reagan already dead????"
So doood! OMGBBQFTW?!
The first night I dreamt that I was at an Indian Reservation. I don't know why I was there, but groovekittie was with me, and we were going into this shop to get a haircut or something. There also was this other Native American fellow with us, who was pretty on the eye *wink wink*, later I find out he's my "protector" or something and supposed to escort me around the place. Anyways there is this one guy who hated me because I was Asian or something and kept telling me to leave and I don't belong there and stuff like that. Anyway my "protector" told the guy leave me alone and I was allowed here for some reason. After a while, I ended in a car head to a train station or something, all I rmember is my "protector" was driving ridiculously fast and scaring the beejeezus out of me.
Anyways that dream was probably more confusing than bizarre. But the one I had this morning was just plain Effed up and NOT for the faint hearted.
I just remember that I was cleaning my new car because my mother was nagging me to wash it. I was at some parking lot cleaning my car, and just when I finished and was about to walk away, some guy walks up to my car and says something that was basically, "You killed Osama Bin Ladin!" and he throws a SEVERED HEAD on my car! WTF?! Of course, I'm thinking "OMGWTF?! I just washed my car! Now I have to clean it again!" So I walk away hoping that the guy would just leave or whatever because he was clearly NUTS. So after telling my mom what happened, I went to get some water to clean my car again. So I go back and see spots of blood and chunks of gore on the hood of my car and windshield. Just as I was about to clean the gore off, the guy comes back and throws the head on my car again! So now I have two spots of blood and gore on my car! So I'm just beyond pissed and annoyed, so I grab the head before the guy can retrieve it and throw it at my car again. I never really looked at the head, but for some reason I knew it was Richard Nixon's head. Not knowing what to do with the severed head of a dead president, I walked around holding the head by the hair and ask who wants to take this head and bury it or whatever you do with a head. Eventually Ronald Regan who was talking to his wife, Nancy Reagan, walks up and says, "I'll take it." So he takes it and I go back to cleaning blood and gore from my car. My last thought I had was, "Wait, isn't Reagan already dead????"
So doood! OMGBBQFTW?!