f-ing dreams
I haven't been sleeping enough recently, and I think my head decided to get its dreams in while it could last night as a result.
I dreamt that my upstairs neighbors were the Beatie Boys (specifically MCA and Ad Rock) who were partners in a very gay way, which was sort of sweet. Except they didn't like me; when I walked out into the hall because I smelled a roast cooking, I asked MCA if they were cooking a roast. "Yeah, we're making a roast. Why, what do you care?" They didn't want me to know that they were making roast.
To recap: in the dream world my upstairs neighbors are the Beastie Boys, who are gay as all get out and secretive about their roast.
My brain needs me to know this.
I dreamt that my upstairs neighbors were the Beatie Boys (specifically MCA and Ad Rock) who were partners in a very gay way, which was sort of sweet. Except they didn't like me; when I walked out into the hall because I smelled a roast cooking, I asked MCA if they were cooking a roast. "Yeah, we're making a roast. Why, what do you care?" They didn't want me to know that they were making roast.
To recap: in the dream world my upstairs neighbors are the Beastie Boys, who are gay as all get out and secretive about their roast.
My brain needs me to know this.