I am not feeling at all myself this morning-traditional Irish folksongs about whiskey and the devil are making me think of shame and the loss of innocence
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I had a dream that the world was being destroyed by earthquakes and megatsunamis. Dinosaurs came back and were hunting humans. They were exceptional hunters with more tactical knowledge and patience than any human. I was in Bend but Bend was more like New York City or Las Angeles, and right before I woke up, I was trying to cross the Atlantic to get into America, to save the world somehow.
Also, at one point in the dream, Ryan and I saw ugly 16 y/o hipster girls and I turned to Ryan and said,
"See, I told you all these young hipster girls were just really ugly versions of Chelsea Woodmansee."
They were all wearing the clothes Chelsea wore her senior year, and had their hair the same.
Ryan: "Shit, you're right."
Jonathan: "Why is that? They shouldn't even know her."
Jonathan: "Maybe they've been looking at old yearbooks. Chelsea really isn't that photogenic."
Ryan: "Maybe they saw some bad photos of her and thought that if someone as ugly as her can be considered attractive and cool by just wearing those clothes and having that hairstyle, they can be too."
Also, at one point in the dream, Ryan and I saw ugly 16 y/o hipster girls and I turned to Ryan and said,
"See, I told you all these young hipster girls were just really ugly versions of Chelsea Woodmansee."
They were all wearing the clothes Chelsea wore her senior year, and had their hair the same.
Ryan: "Shit, you're right."
Jonathan: "Why is that? They shouldn't even know her."
Jonathan: "Maybe they've been looking at old yearbooks. Chelsea really isn't that photogenic."
Ryan: "Maybe they saw some bad photos of her and thought that if someone as ugly as her can be considered attractive and cool by just wearing those clothes and having that hairstyle, they can be too."
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