sweet dreams, cont.

OK. i’m sorry. my real life isn’t that interesting. so in order to have something to write about, i resort to telling about the dreams I had last night. So there is last night’s batch:

1. My 2nd obamadream ever. He and his family lived on this lake near where i live. In a gigantic red tent, that shot off fireworks. I would go over there, like every day. I remember that they were all like mad scientists or something, and were building this huge rocket in their basement. something else might’ve happened, I can’t be too sure. 

2. I am with a friend of mine. I don’t know if its a boy or girl. they turn to me and say, “If you died right now, would you have any regrets?” and I say, “no” so they go, “then take this shot.” and they hold out a shot glass with a light-yellowish liquid in it. I go, “OK!” and take the whole thing. it tastes like lemon-scented cleaning product. I say, “what was that?” they say, “it was car battery acid! I just took some too! We only have half an hour to live! Quick, let’s do something awesome!!!!” and i am freaking the fuck out, and saying how we need to get to a doctor now. So my friend drags me to a saloon, which looks like the interior of one of my favorite restaurants, and everyone is smoking and playing piano, and lots of people are naked. I drag my friend out of there into the street, where the road itself is extremely narrow, and the buildings are very high. I realize we have very little time left, so my friend gets a gondola, which we push into the ocean, then jump in, and we are about to gondola away to our demise, when the dream ends. 

i just love the fact that I took a shot of lemon-scented battery acid in my dream.

sweet dreams are made of these

in the past two days, i have awoke from the strangest dreams.

1. I was in a lecture hall, with all of these kids that I went to high school with, and the class was being taught by the math professor I had last semester, Sylvia. She was all decked out in hippie gear. she had a giant pot leaf on her tee shirt. 

so my friend and I were talking about pot or something, and she walks by and is like, “Melanie! Would you like to buy pot from me?!” and I was like, “YEAH!” 

so she gives me a ton of pot, and I get back to my house with it, but have no way of carrying it around with me because it smells so much. Basically she gives me like 8 billion pieces of pot memorabilia and it’s my job to conceal it all so my mom doesn’t find out. 

2. One of the people that I’m following on tumblr, i met in real life. we met in the game room at my university, strangely. I was all, “hi, do you have a tumblr?” and she gives me a quizzical look and says yeah. so then i go on to explain that i follow her, and i think she is so pretty and funny blah blah blah…and of course we instantly become best friends. and then we go and get tattoos and piercings together. it was a fun friendship dream.

my dreams are always the funnest.

why do my classes suck?

they just do, i suppose.

i’m going to eat a tub of cookie dough now.

all the boys and all the girls...

are begging to “if you seek amy”!

HA BRITNEY. 

HA!

i just woke up from an obamadream.

we were at a baseball game, and for some reason i was lucky enough to sit a couple seats down from the president, and he caught a fly ball. and then he gave it to me. and the rest of the dream i was just chilling with his younger daughter talking about baseball and stuff. i have no idea where that dream came from, but ok, subconscious. you do what you do.