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.