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I failed at sandwich making this morning. peanut butter, jelly, banana and honey -a faux panache sandwich. I was very excited for this sandwich, but for some ungodly reason the honey tastes like garlic. So much for that idea. I cannot make myself eat a banana and garlic flavored anything.
I need to document my bizarre dream, in part because it was so fucking strange but also because this journal is really just a way to communicate with cait and I needed an excuse to post (hicait)
okay, so, even now the details are getting a little fuzzy. The Nashua South parking lot was a main player, only it was a lot bigger. I was in high school again with all my old high school friends and some humanoid-robots. One of my classes was about taming dinosaurs and other wild animals. After school a group of us were getting ready for a really extended car trip (I wonder what influenced that...) but I was getting out early to run a few last minute errands. So I went to this random little store that was a cross between a walmart, a zylas, and a grocery store. For some reason Cait and the rest of the women I was going on the trip with were already there. the only one from real life was Cait, the rest of the women were made-up women that I already knew really well in the dream. I kept making bad nursing jokes and was really socially awkward. shocking. So I sulked off to look for an unopened box of cheerio-like cereal to get for the car ride, but they were all half eaten bags with taped-up tops. Then I rejoined the group and there was an older woman with two kids standing near us struggling to keep her pet dinosaur under control, so I had to help her out. Then she ended up having bilateral lower lobe pneumonia so we talked about that for a while and I ended up falling in love with her. nothing more romantic than pneumonia...nice kim. so I told the group that I couldn't go on the trip because I had fallen in love and was running off with a lesbian mom. then I ran a 10k to the parking lot (I'm serious) and came in 30-somethingth place. The feeling of driving the car was really realistic, there was a lot of traffic (back in the Nashua South parking lot) and we were trying negotiate around all these weird turns and robot police. A lot of the exits were blocked by dinosaurs, I guess there was a big problem with the dinosaur population. We kept having to dodge squirrels that were jumping into the road too. The dream didn't actually end, I just woke up while we were still in the parking lot.
The first thing I want to do when I wake up in this house is bake. always. I couldn't just slice up a bit of banana for a sandwich without slicing up the other 3 bananas to make banana bread. of course not. I wonder if they have support groups for this kind of thing.
I need to document my bizarre dream, in part because it was so fucking strange but also because this journal is really just a way to communicate with cait and I needed an excuse to post (hicait)
okay, so, even now the details are getting a little fuzzy. The Nashua South parking lot was a main player, only it was a lot bigger. I was in high school again with all my old high school friends and some humanoid-robots. One of my classes was about taming dinosaurs and other wild animals. After school a group of us were getting ready for a really extended car trip (I wonder what influenced that...) but I was getting out early to run a few last minute errands. So I went to this random little store that was a cross between a walmart, a zylas, and a grocery store. For some reason Cait and the rest of the women I was going on the trip with were already there. the only one from real life was Cait, the rest of the women were made-up women that I already knew really well in the dream. I kept making bad nursing jokes and was really socially awkward. shocking. So I sulked off to look for an unopened box of cheerio-like cereal to get for the car ride, but they were all half eaten bags with taped-up tops. Then I rejoined the group and there was an older woman with two kids standing near us struggling to keep her pet dinosaur under control, so I had to help her out. Then she ended up having bilateral lower lobe pneumonia so we talked about that for a while and I ended up falling in love with her. nothing more romantic than pneumonia...nice kim. so I told the group that I couldn't go on the trip because I had fallen in love and was running off with a lesbian mom. then I ran a 10k to the parking lot (I'm serious) and came in 30-somethingth place. The feeling of driving the car was really realistic, there was a lot of traffic (back in the Nashua South parking lot) and we were trying negotiate around all these weird turns and robot police. A lot of the exits were blocked by dinosaurs, I guess there was a big problem with the dinosaur population. We kept having to dodge squirrels that were jumping into the road too. The dream didn't actually end, I just woke up while we were still in the parking lot.
The first thing I want to do when I wake up in this house is bake. always. I couldn't just slice up a bit of banana for a sandwich without slicing up the other 3 bananas to make banana bread. of course not. I wonder if they have support groups for this kind of thing.