Jan 03, 2009 01:46
OK, I fell asleep from 9:30 - 12:30 and I just dreamt I was kissing Andy Hurley.
We were in "my" room on a sun porch. Dream Andy Hurley was a very good kisser but in some big rush. Oh, and he was pretty naked because I saw his new tattoos he told me about Wednesday night. When I met him (irl) I found him to be incredibly sweet and kind of delicate (he only appears man-sized because of his co-workers) but didn't so much want to kiss him. It occurred to me (half in the dream) "I think this is happening because I'm wearing my new Fuck City shirt. With a pentagram. And some sort of goat god."
Then we kept cutting between scenes of us making out hurredly and us being at his High School and the band directorss asking him if his drum solo was ready. He said it was. I totally believed him. The band directors seemed dubious that he would be ready for the winter concert. Then it occurred to me (half in the dream) "Between the rushed-with-a-chick and the not-ready-for-a-test I think I'm in Andy's anxiety dream."
I really shouldn't sleep in this shirt.