a good night.
I just had the strangest sequence of dreams I've ever had.
First, it was a short dream, but disturbing nevertheless. The gist of the dream was that my ex sent out a mass e-mail graphically detailing and rating the 15 or 20 guys she had slept with since we broke up. I woke up soon after that, so I don't remember much else. But it was strange. I don't know if it is anywhere near the truth, but still.
After I fell back to sleep, I was in a casino, and it was seemingly innocuous. I was standing next to a roulette table, and the crowd sort of parted for me to join in, and someone was calling someone a donkey, and said that I didn't realize why that was such an insult. Then it got really quiet, and I started speaking in Farsi, basically saying "what's up? get back to it! go! go!" Then I realized that one of the other players was Ewan McGregor. After a while, the dealer was like "You have to pay up, Ewan" and he was all "But I'm Ewan McGregor!" and so the dealer said if he didn't pay up in cash or chips, he'd have to pay up in blood. And not figuratively, he meant like, a cup of blood. Then, for some reason, he got really belligerent, and I pulled a knife on him. But not like, a fighting knife, it was a dinner knife, and not a sharp one at that. We started fighting, and I would get in a few hits every now and then, but then he pulled a cheese knife and we really got into it. Then, for some reason, I started talking as if I were Yul Brynner in Taras Bulba. And then I woke up.
First, it was a short dream, but disturbing nevertheless. The gist of the dream was that my ex sent out a mass e-mail graphically detailing and rating the 15 or 20 guys she had slept with since we broke up. I woke up soon after that, so I don't remember much else. But it was strange. I don't know if it is anywhere near the truth, but still.
After I fell back to sleep, I was in a casino, and it was seemingly innocuous. I was standing next to a roulette table, and the crowd sort of parted for me to join in, and someone was calling someone a donkey, and said that I didn't realize why that was such an insult. Then it got really quiet, and I started speaking in Farsi, basically saying "what's up? get back to it! go! go!" Then I realized that one of the other players was Ewan McGregor. After a while, the dealer was like "You have to pay up, Ewan" and he was all "But I'm Ewan McGregor!" and so the dealer said if he didn't pay up in cash or chips, he'd have to pay up in blood. And not figuratively, he meant like, a cup of blood. Then, for some reason, he got really belligerent, and I pulled a knife on him. But not like, a fighting knife, it was a dinner knife, and not a sharp one at that. We started fighting, and I would get in a few hits every now and then, but then he pulled a cheese knife and we really got into it. Then, for some reason, I started talking as if I were Yul Brynner in Taras Bulba. And then I woke up.