Well then...
Feverish Dream:
Last night I had this dream where Tyler (Thrillhouse) was driving both himself and I along Railway (or, just a main road through a rural area, for you non-Steveston people), but he kept speeding up. Speed limit is 50k, normal people go 60k, Tyler was going 80k. I was like 'Dude, slow down', but he kept speeding up. So I smacked him on the back of the head, but he kept goin faster. I'm startin to lose my cool, and I'm all like 'Bitch! Slow the FUCK DOWN!' and I smack him once more. By this time, we were goin 130, dodging traffic, weaving through on-coming traffic, etc. So, he slows down, lets me out, and one of us says something about him dying, and I remember being fucking PISSED at his lack of dignancy and respect for other people's lives, so I was like 'If you die, I'd laugh!' And I walked home. When I got there, Tyler was already there, and he's like 'Haha, I didn't die!', and I'm like 'fuck you', so I go inside. He follows inside, as I head upstairs to go to bed, then I wheel around and tell him 'GET THE FUCK OUT!' and he's like 'What'd I do?'. My dad comes up from downstairs (kind of a 3-levelled house) to investigate, and somehow he already knows about Tyler's driving rampage.
Around this time, I start to wake up. As I'm doing so, I remember the dream, but it was so vivid, I actually said to myself 'Man, Tyler's a fuckin DICK'. But then I remembered that he can't drive, so that was the end of that.
Anyways, I can only hope this is the first in a long line of feverish dreams, because I love 'em, and I'm just starting to get sick. Hopefully the next dream will be about some sexy ladies from LA...
*crosses fingers*
Last night I had this dream where Tyler (Thrillhouse) was driving both himself and I along Railway (or, just a main road through a rural area, for you non-Steveston people), but he kept speeding up. Speed limit is 50k, normal people go 60k, Tyler was going 80k. I was like 'Dude, slow down', but he kept speeding up. So I smacked him on the back of the head, but he kept goin faster. I'm startin to lose my cool, and I'm all like 'Bitch! Slow the FUCK DOWN!' and I smack him once more. By this time, we were goin 130, dodging traffic, weaving through on-coming traffic, etc. So, he slows down, lets me out, and one of us says something about him dying, and I remember being fucking PISSED at his lack of dignancy and respect for other people's lives, so I was like 'If you die, I'd laugh!' And I walked home. When I got there, Tyler was already there, and he's like 'Haha, I didn't die!', and I'm like 'fuck you', so I go inside. He follows inside, as I head upstairs to go to bed, then I wheel around and tell him 'GET THE FUCK OUT!' and he's like 'What'd I do?'. My dad comes up from downstairs (kind of a 3-levelled house) to investigate, and somehow he already knows about Tyler's driving rampage.
Around this time, I start to wake up. As I'm doing so, I remember the dream, but it was so vivid, I actually said to myself 'Man, Tyler's a fuckin DICK'. But then I remembered that he can't drive, so that was the end of that.
Anyways, I can only hope this is the first in a long line of feverish dreams, because I love 'em, and I'm just starting to get sick. Hopefully the next dream will be about some sexy ladies from LA...
*crosses fingers*