email to a friend
So, I took a sleeping pill last night to ensure a sound sleep (I got maybe 4 hours Sunday and was a wreck at work yesterday) and proceeded to have the WIERDEST dream, and you were in it!
It was a pretty long dream, and it was a morpher (is that a word?) but you were in most of it. The part that I remember most entailed you and I, and this other unknown spanish woman (who I'm pretty sure was a character in an episode of House that I watched Sunday night) and we were in Puerto Rico. We started off in somekind of nighttime social situation where you and I were trying to leave and this nameless, unknown woman was trying to pick up anyone she could. We had to leave because you had to go bra shopping, of all things. So we went to some store with our random hispanic lady, in an old green convertable car (like the kind Petey used to have, a chevy malibu I think). You were getting upset because you couldn't find your size bra, which you INSISTED was a 34FFF. TRIPLE F. I was trying to convince you that there was NO way that you wore a triple F, being that I'm bigger than you and I only wear a DD, but you insisted and started to go on about how I must not be wearing the right bra size because you had been professionally fitted and they told you that you wear a FFF. Then you start to try to convince me that you needed to go to a certain town to get the right bra (remember that we're in Puerto Rico, and if you had ever been to PR you'd know how ridiculous it was that you needed to go to this certain town because there isn't anything there except poor farmers). But the town was on the other side of the island and would take three hours to get to. So you and I started arguing about going to this town in the middle of the night to buy you a 34FFF bra, while our random hispanic lady wandered around looking for someone to take home.
The End.
Sleeping pills are fun!
It was a pretty long dream, and it was a morpher (is that a word?) but you were in most of it. The part that I remember most entailed you and I, and this other unknown spanish woman (who I'm pretty sure was a character in an episode of House that I watched Sunday night) and we were in Puerto Rico. We started off in somekind of nighttime social situation where you and I were trying to leave and this nameless, unknown woman was trying to pick up anyone she could. We had to leave because you had to go bra shopping, of all things. So we went to some store with our random hispanic lady, in an old green convertable car (like the kind Petey used to have, a chevy malibu I think). You were getting upset because you couldn't find your size bra, which you INSISTED was a 34FFF. TRIPLE F. I was trying to convince you that there was NO way that you wore a triple F, being that I'm bigger than you and I only wear a DD, but you insisted and started to go on about how I must not be wearing the right bra size because you had been professionally fitted and they told you that you wear a FFF. Then you start to try to convince me that you needed to go to a certain town to get the right bra (remember that we're in Puerto Rico, and if you had ever been to PR you'd know how ridiculous it was that you needed to go to this certain town because there isn't anything there except poor farmers). But the town was on the other side of the island and would take three hours to get to. So you and I started arguing about going to this town in the middle of the night to buy you a 34FFF bra, while our random hispanic lady wandered around looking for someone to take home.
The End.
Sleeping pills are fun!