ARGH more dreams! Go away!
Last nights dream I can't remember too much, but suffice it to say that I need to STOP WATCHING STAR TREK. Now that I am going to art school, I spend all of time in front of the tv, due to the fact that it is actually helpful for me to watch tv while I do my homework. Anyhow, I have been watching Voyager at 4 and 5 every day. So here is the part of the dream that I can remember:
I was in this bike shop here in San Francisco called "Bike and Roll", which I think comes from me desperately waiting for financial aid so that I can get a bike and get sexy ;) Anyhow, the guy working there is flirting with me as was the guy in real life. For those of you who have read my earlier posts, you know that I get hit on A LOT here, but only a spare few of them ever follow through. Anyhow, so then my dream takes a big leap and I am driving across the Golden Gate Bridge leaving San Francisco to go on a road trip with my sister. She picks up two hitch hikers (wtf?) and I spend most of the dream forcing them to empty their pockets so that I can get my debit card and my ID from them, which they keep stealing, and randomly Febreezing them. I think that this part comes from a stinky problem we are having. For some reason our couch keeps smelling like pee, and I keep joking around and blaming it on my sister. As I don't like to sit on something that smells like piss, I am constantly spraying the couch with Resolve, vacuuming it, then spraying it with Febreeze.
So..back to the dream. Somehow eventually I end up at a kindergartener's basketball game, which is actually lots of celebrities dressed like little kids. I tried to play too, and I was doing a pretty good job on defense, but Willy Wonka kept cheating (yes he was there, I have NO IDEA why). Then the dream changes again, and I am Captain Janeway, and Seven of Nine (Jeri Ryan) is leaving. We are standing in a parking lot which looks like the one from this movie I just watched. Anyhow, she is crying and hugging me, and I just feel so bad for her, but I am sad too that she is leaving. In retrospect, Seven of Nine isn't supposed to feel emotion, but whatever..she did screw Chakotay so there. But then I woke up.
Wow my unconscious is having a field day. The only part I don't get is Willy Wonka. I have seen nothing relating to him lately. At all. Any ideas?
EDIT: WOAH HOLY CRAP I WAS JUST WATCHING SARAH PALIN ON TV WHAT IS UP WITH HER EARS? DEY IZ HOOGE
EDIT 2: Okay sorry, but while people have the right to search through her life to see if she is a good President, I always hate the "flip-flopping" comments...and Charlie Gibson is an ass. His arguments are basically "So, Governor Palin, was that a yes that indeed you did wear a blue pant-suit i June of last year after we have you documented telling people you planned on wearing a BLACK pant-suit?" Give me an effing break. Search through her life, but listen to her responses, and have a fair argument with her. Cutting her off and not letting her finish makes me unsure of what she stands for and it makes me think you are an ASS...which you are.
I was in this bike shop here in San Francisco called "Bike and Roll", which I think comes from me desperately waiting for financial aid so that I can get a bike and get sexy ;) Anyhow, the guy working there is flirting with me as was the guy in real life. For those of you who have read my earlier posts, you know that I get hit on A LOT here, but only a spare few of them ever follow through. Anyhow, so then my dream takes a big leap and I am driving across the Golden Gate Bridge leaving San Francisco to go on a road trip with my sister. She picks up two hitch hikers (wtf?) and I spend most of the dream forcing them to empty their pockets so that I can get my debit card and my ID from them, which they keep stealing, and randomly Febreezing them. I think that this part comes from a stinky problem we are having. For some reason our couch keeps smelling like pee, and I keep joking around and blaming it on my sister. As I don't like to sit on something that smells like piss, I am constantly spraying the couch with Resolve, vacuuming it, then spraying it with Febreeze.
So..back to the dream. Somehow eventually I end up at a kindergartener's basketball game, which is actually lots of celebrities dressed like little kids. I tried to play too, and I was doing a pretty good job on defense, but Willy Wonka kept cheating (yes he was there, I have NO IDEA why). Then the dream changes again, and I am Captain Janeway, and Seven of Nine (Jeri Ryan) is leaving. We are standing in a parking lot which looks like the one from this movie I just watched. Anyhow, she is crying and hugging me, and I just feel so bad for her, but I am sad too that she is leaving. In retrospect, Seven of Nine isn't supposed to feel emotion, but whatever..she did screw Chakotay so there. But then I woke up.
Wow my unconscious is having a field day. The only part I don't get is Willy Wonka. I have seen nothing relating to him lately. At all. Any ideas?
EDIT: WOAH HOLY CRAP I WAS JUST WATCHING SARAH PALIN ON TV WHAT IS UP WITH HER EARS? DEY IZ HOOGE
EDIT 2: Okay sorry, but while people have the right to search through her life to see if she is a good President, I always hate the "flip-flopping" comments...and Charlie Gibson is an ass. His arguments are basically "So, Governor Palin, was that a yes that indeed you did wear a blue pant-suit i June of last year after we have you documented telling people you planned on wearing a BLACK pant-suit?" Give me an effing break. Search through her life, but listen to her responses, and have a fair argument with her. Cutting her off and not letting her finish makes me unsure of what she stands for and it makes me think you are an ASS...which you are.