dream log
i dreamed that i convinced paul to jump on a private spaceship with me to go be astronauts (for two days) and tour Uranus. I thought it'd be an awesome thing to add to our list of 'things we've done'. but i didnt want to tell my mom so that she'd get mad at me and not let me go....so all i did was cowardly text her "hey mom, gonna be out late - might not be back til tomorrow. love you" and then turned off my phone hahahaha.
then we took the nikon d40 and took pictures of ourselves in our spacesuits bouncing around hahaha.
but then the phone rings in real life and i get jarred from my dream,
so when i resume REM....dream's changed, and paul and i are wandering around some park that looked like Schabarum, except we weren't anywhere near home and we were trying to survive "in the wild" amongst the swingsets and park trashcans.
paul sees a "kill" stashed away high up in a pine tree, and sends me crawling up there to get to the branch and shake it down for food.
while i'm doing that, this dude walks by that paul knows and he starts chatting with him while i'm shaking the tree branch. just as the kill starts to fall down straight to the ground ....i thought it'd be funny if something else happened...and i rewinded back to shaking the kill off the branch, and its tied to some string and starts swinging. i get it loose, yell "duck", but since Paul wasn't paying attention... > BAM < rotten meat in his face. haahaha. thats what he gets for not paying attention to me.
anyway, there's a problem, the kill wasnt stashed up there by some mountain lion or wild animal...it was strung up there by some other person, and a racoon hat fell down with the kill. i'm looking at this piece of bird meat that fell from the tree, dirt all over it, some ants crawling around it...great, wtf are we going to do with it? PLUS, it was someone else who put it there. We're not Bear Grylls!
thats when the air got too dry from the heater and i got out of bed.
then we took the nikon d40 and took pictures of ourselves in our spacesuits bouncing around hahaha.
but then the phone rings in real life and i get jarred from my dream,
so when i resume REM....dream's changed, and paul and i are wandering around some park that looked like Schabarum, except we weren't anywhere near home and we were trying to survive "in the wild" amongst the swingsets and park trashcans.
paul sees a "kill" stashed away high up in a pine tree, and sends me crawling up there to get to the branch and shake it down for food.
while i'm doing that, this dude walks by that paul knows and he starts chatting with him while i'm shaking the tree branch. just as the kill starts to fall down straight to the ground ....i thought it'd be funny if something else happened...and i rewinded back to shaking the kill off the branch, and its tied to some string and starts swinging. i get it loose, yell "duck", but since Paul wasn't paying attention... > BAM < rotten meat in his face. haahaha. thats what he gets for not paying attention to me.
anyway, there's a problem, the kill wasnt stashed up there by some mountain lion or wild animal...it was strung up there by some other person, and a racoon hat fell down with the kill. i'm looking at this piece of bird meat that fell from the tree, dirt all over it, some ants crawling around it...great, wtf are we going to do with it? PLUS, it was someone else who put it there. We're not Bear Grylls!
thats when the air got too dry from the heater and i got out of bed.