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April 03, 2003 ( Thursday, April 03, 2003 ) Ok, I had another weird dream last night. If you know me at all, you know that I have some of the strangest dreams ever (look in the archives, [remember the Alvin & the Chipmunks balloon at the giraffe parade, or the one with the Pope at Arby's?] yes, they are weird). Anyways this dream started off with this girl complaining to me because she ordered this drawing from somebody (because apparently pictures of weird dragon/wolf/people are essentials for prom) to give to her prom date, and when she got it, it was this really crappy drawing done in crayons. So, with the help of Micheal Moore (the director who sparked all the controversy at the Oscars) we tried to find the crappy artist and get this girls money back. We did eventually find the artist, he was hiding in a deep freezer, but every time Mr.Moore would open the door, a young asian girl would show up beside the freezer. I would be standing a few feet back trying to throw some sort of round vegetable into the freezer, but every time I would miss and hit the asian girl. I can't really remember how it ended, but yes...strange dream. Maybe the reason for this dream is due to the several different types of medication I took to help my sore stomache last night. This event spawned some very interesting quotes, one in a conversation with my mom, one with me yelling at the Pepcid Complete box. "My stomache hurts" - Me "As in, you are going to throw up?" - Mom "No, it's more like I feel that a baby alien is about to tear through my skin and then eat me." - Me "Oh" - Mom "I don't have Heartburn! I have like...Death to Smoochy in my stomach" -Me yelling at the Pepcid Complete box... I also cleaned my closet which resulted in me finding odd things including (but not limited to): - about 30 rulers - $1.47 in pennies - an inflatable sex sheep -about 2 sets worth of drawing pencils. - a crocodile shaped eraser - a lion king notebook about five minutes ago, I was walking up the stairs at the college to go get an EK 10K form, and my knee like...spazzed, which perhaps I should have considered a sign not to run 10 kilometers...oh well, my goal is to beat 1 hour.... |
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