So I have very messed up dreams. Seriously, they are stranger then I. But I always have strange dreams. So strange dreams become normal for me and therefor not strange. Follow me?
My strange dreams are my normal dreams and my normal dreams would be my strange dreams. If you're still with me, good. If not, ask yourself how on Earth are we friends?
Well last night I had a strange dream. Which is really a normal dream but for me normal dreams are strange dreams, hence why I call it a strange dream.
In the dream, I wake up and sit straight up. Very normal like. Exactly how I would wake up if I was actually waking up for real. I look around half dazed, half confused, half pissed and half hungry. Yes I realize that all my halfs make two wholes but I'm a special kinda guy so I its all good in the hood.
Then I lay right back down but wake up 20 minutes later. I get up and drag my feet to the bathroom to take care of, uhh, well, some business. All very normal. Nothing strange yet. Which is kind of strange. Ya digg?
And then, oh I forgot to mention. In my dream I am in a hotel in India. I am in India for work. Staying at the Hilton Trident. A nice ass hotel but I swear if they ask me one more time if I would like my bed turned down, I'm gonna go Gandhi on their ass.
In my dreams its 2:42 AM and I have nothing to do so I get on the computer. Again, all very normal. Which, like I said, is very strange.
I check my e-mail and I see some people left comments on the pictures I put up and on my commnt. So I sign on to Facebook. And then, while I am on Facebook, I realize that I had a really strange dream so I decide to write a note about it for the world to see how strangely normal my dream was.
So I start writing a note and I tittle it "Strange a$$ dream..." and then I start writing "So I have very messed"...............wait
Not sure what's wrong with me. I must be out of it. I know something is wrong with me though. And isn't that like the first step? Admitting that something is wrong
I don't know what the second step is though but I am pretty sure it involves chocolate, or sex. Or maybe a little of both. Or hopefully a lot of both. Seriously. All second steps should involve a lot of both. Life would be better if it did. If only.
Like Rufus Wainwright sang in his song Instant Pleasure: "I don't want somebody to love me. Just give me sex and candy." Okay so those aren't the words but everyone that knows me knows I make up my own lyrics. I think my version is better anyway. And for those of you who don't know me, how the hell are you reading my note? You have to be my friend to read my note and we wouldn't be friends if you didn't know me. Are you stalking me? If so, cool. I always wanted a stalker. I also always wanted a strainer so I could strain things. Oh to dream. Perchance to sleep. Or is it "to sleep, perchance to dream" ?
"ay, there's the rub."
Grub? Did someone say grub? Damn I'm hungry.
1 comment:
and that's true.......something's really really wrong with you.Finally you admit that.
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