Nov 08, 2005 23:33
So my dreams over this weekend seemed - and those of you who know him will know what I mean - like a twisted world / caffiene induced / something induced vision of Tyler's. We're talking "stallion that mounts the world" and the bat shoes. Tyler, have you been directing my dreams?
So first, when I was - I say feverish, but I wasn't - I was convincing my team of bloggers that we had to indict Scooter Libby on charges of libel against President Eisenhower. Apparently, Libby had worked with Eisenhower, then written a book basically slamming him, and dammit, we were going to get that indictment out before Fitzgerald. I had a whole speech prepared.
Then there were munchkins. Munchkins everwhere, and everything I saw was in green.
Then it turned out that Craig's Mom was the overpowering force in the universe.
This whole time, I am awakening every 1/2 hour, turning to a new position, feeling uncomfortable, falling asleep, twisting, turning, seeing faces all over my room and bright shapes. Then the exact phrase "Well I'm not getting any exercise except from moving this bat mobile around and around" - which I guess I had been doing with my foot - and I have the feeling I was doing it in real life too.
There was more, but I can't remember it as clearly. Crazy.
At least I'm doing better now! :)
craziness