Thursday, December 29, 2011

Dreams?

Tommy C in Minority Report
I've never thought of myself of a dreamer. At least not in the sense of having dreams that I remember or are stunning or significant.

Last night however, I had a doozy. It was so bizarrely random that I can't make much sense of it. The beginning of the dream was me in some room somewhere about to meet Sheryl Crow. I remember feeling grouchy because for whatever reason, I didn't actually get to meet her.

Then cut to some horrible dive apartment building from some apocalyptic movie. I was in a bad area but seemed blissfully unaware. I had a sense of dread, but was unable to share it with my dream self. I was walking in and out of these seedy buildings and I ended up in a dank quickie mart type of place. There I met some girl that was what I thought to be a meth addict.


My new "friend" was trying to make sauerkraut out of one of the canned hams that David Letterman used to challenge an audience member to eat. I offered to show her how to make the sauerkraut out of her canned ham. She kept looking around as if she were giving me some cue to run for it.

I then ended up in some apartment that reminded me of Minority Report when Tom Cruise woke up after he got his eyeballs swapped out.

When I woke up, the only thought going through my head was that I should avoid the New Year's Eve party I was invited to.

So...there you have it.

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