I should be asleep...right NOW..
...9:20AM(WTF?) doctor appointment, then a Noon-5PM shift because Laurel forgot about my appointment...I have some leeway getting to work on time , I think, because of the error.
Anyway, I had a bizarre dream Sunday morning. I flew to Texas for my cousin's wedding, and I met Susie at the airport breifly. My parents had a rental car, I had a rental car, and Susie had some sort of jet powered or turbocharged Vespa. I was following my parents' car on the freeway, and Susie zipped off elsewhere and was to meet me later that night or the next day.
Somehow or another, my car "merged" with my parents car, and shortly aftwards I could smell the ocean, and the sides of the freeway were covered with brightly coloured KELP. I yelled at my parents "Where the HELL are we? I thought we were going to Austin, not Galveston!"
So we turned towards some mountains, and my mom pulled over to a roadside attraction she read about, a restaurant in a very odd house. It was tiny, and to get in, you had to climb a very small and hard to climb ladder. The thought crossed my mind that the easiest way up the ladder would be to fill our lungs with helium. But once I got my head in the front room, I wasn't sure how the hell any of us fatasses were going to get to the dining room, or get out with our bellies full.
My head seriously filled the whole room!
Somehow, we made it into the dining room, and began opening packs of handi-wipes, which then began emitting very distorted static filled radio broadcasts of preachers.
Then we ate, I forget what we ate, but let's say it was a decent gumbo or chili(...something eithersouthern or TexMex), and then we were given "Good Luck Beads", which turned out to be very odd rosaries, and then the hosts started preaching to us and I realized that the tiny restaurant was ACTUALLY a recruiting facility for some odd Catholic derived cult, and they were trying to convert us.
I don't remember anything else, I think I woke up about then, and realized I had 10 minutes till my alarm went off.
As freaky as the dream was in places, it's only solidifying my desire to go to Austin.
There's obviously some Alice, tinfoil hat "Freemason/Vatican Conspiracy" crap, and Krofft shows(the kelp made me think of Sigmund & The Seamonsters) in there...maybe some Aeon Flux(Sooz had a black bob, and her Vespa was very metallic), but it was a pretty cool cut & paste job. VERY realistic, yet totally surreal... I'm very proud of my subconscious! I'll give it a biscuit!
Anyway, I had a bizarre dream Sunday morning. I flew to Texas for my cousin's wedding, and I met Susie at the airport breifly. My parents had a rental car, I had a rental car, and Susie had some sort of jet powered or turbocharged Vespa. I was following my parents' car on the freeway, and Susie zipped off elsewhere and was to meet me later that night or the next day.
Somehow or another, my car "merged" with my parents car, and shortly aftwards I could smell the ocean, and the sides of the freeway were covered with brightly coloured KELP. I yelled at my parents "Where the HELL are we? I thought we were going to Austin, not Galveston!"
So we turned towards some mountains, and my mom pulled over to a roadside attraction she read about, a restaurant in a very odd house. It was tiny, and to get in, you had to climb a very small and hard to climb ladder. The thought crossed my mind that the easiest way up the ladder would be to fill our lungs with helium. But once I got my head in the front room, I wasn't sure how the hell any of us fatasses were going to get to the dining room, or get out with our bellies full.
My head seriously filled the whole room!
Somehow, we made it into the dining room, and began opening packs of handi-wipes, which then began emitting very distorted static filled radio broadcasts of preachers.
Then we ate, I forget what we ate, but let's say it was a decent gumbo or chili(...something eithersouthern or TexMex), and then we were given "Good Luck Beads", which turned out to be very odd rosaries, and then the hosts started preaching to us and I realized that the tiny restaurant was ACTUALLY a recruiting facility for some odd Catholic derived cult, and they were trying to convert us.
I don't remember anything else, I think I woke up about then, and realized I had 10 minutes till my alarm went off.
As freaky as the dream was in places, it's only solidifying my desire to go to Austin.
There's obviously some Alice, tinfoil hat "Freemason/Vatican Conspiracy" crap, and Krofft shows(the kelp made me think of Sigmund & The Seamonsters) in there...maybe some Aeon Flux(Sooz had a black bob, and her Vespa was very metallic), but it was a pretty cool cut & paste job. VERY realistic, yet totally surreal... I'm very proud of my subconscious! I'll give it a biscuit!