I had another dream!
I haven't had many dreams in the past 5 years or so. Last night's was kinda cool.
In this dream I had last night, I was hanging out with Denis Leary. We we're shooting the shit when we're attacked by a pair of werewolves. Not just any werewolves though...these fuckers were bright and extra gnarly. It looked like Mr. & Mrs. Bighead from Rocko's Modern life as far as the head and facial features' dimensions go, but their hair or fur was colored like George Clinton's dreadlocks. They're faces were bright like clown paint. When they resumed human form, our assailants were none other than Carl and Harriette Winslow. They were after Dr. Leary and I because their firm belief in "You are what you eat", had lead them to their conviction that we would taste like bacon. The sun rose and we (Denis & I) tried to skip town, but of course the Winslows lingered around until night fall. My Aunte Evelyn felt bad for Denis and I so she took us to our last supper. It was cajun, I don't remember what exactly I ate though. Darkness fell and we were rounded up. Leary thought he might be able to talk them out of it so he walked over to share some words, but was met with a flogging. He was sizzling and pink right before I woke up. :(
He smelled just like bacon. :)
In this dream I had last night, I was hanging out with Denis Leary. We we're shooting the shit when we're attacked by a pair of werewolves. Not just any werewolves though...these fuckers were bright and extra gnarly. It looked like Mr. & Mrs. Bighead from Rocko's Modern life as far as the head and facial features' dimensions go, but their hair or fur was colored like George Clinton's dreadlocks. They're faces were bright like clown paint. When they resumed human form, our assailants were none other than Carl and Harriette Winslow. They were after Dr. Leary and I because their firm belief in "You are what you eat", had lead them to their conviction that we would taste like bacon. The sun rose and we (Denis & I) tried to skip town, but of course the Winslows lingered around until night fall. My Aunte Evelyn felt bad for Denis and I so she took us to our last supper. It was cajun, I don't remember what exactly I ate though. Darkness fell and we were rounded up. Leary thought he might be able to talk them out of it so he walked over to share some words, but was met with a flogging. He was sizzling and pink right before I woke up. :(
He smelled just like bacon. :)