No, seriously.

I dreamed I was hit by a car.

The details are fading, as they do, but I was out running errands and some moron who wasn't paying attention bumped into me.  Dream!Me being an idiot, I got into a shouting match with the guy, who I guess decided to hit me for reals.  In front of witnesses.  Yeah, Dream!Guy isn't that bright either.

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At least my weird dreams are honest. Even if I'm in some weird combo of my Oma's house and my grandmother's house in my old neighbourhood on Langely being chased by some guy on crutches. I don't know why, or what they wanted, but for damn sure I would burst into song at some point.

My choice in song, however, was somewhat suspect.

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Sometimes I wonder just what the everloving FUCK my subconscious is up to.

Okay, so last night I have a dream. Nothing abnormal, right? Yeah, except Doug Walker is in my dream. No, not like that. Goddamned pervs. Near as I can tell, basic premise is we're all on an airplane. Doug in his Nostalgia Critic persona was seated a couple seats back ( Read more... )