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For the record, after a good night's sleep, no longer pissy. Yay:) Though I will mention that certain people are no longer aloud to even look at me, for they are evol. Have no fear though, it's not any of you loverly people. *hugs you tight*
*ehem*
Had this reaaaaaallly wierd dream last night. Actually, I had several, but this is the wierdest:
I was working in my office here at school, only the office was actually a warehouse in my dream with bright florescent lights and lime green shag carpet. So I'm working, and this guy comes in, a swindler, trying to take advantage of poor college kids by selling time-share kegs (Really. I said it was wierd), and selling shares of Plastic Poo Enterprises. So he's there for a couple hours trying to get people to give him money, and no one kicks him out. Finally, he comes after me, and I let loose on him, calling him just about every name in the book. I tell him he must get lost, or I'll get physical with him. It was kind of hard to talk, because I had this huge wad of bubble gum in my mouth. He tells me that a)he doesn't "get physical with other men" because that's evol, and that b)what can a stupid college kid do - write an essay and bore him to death? So then, I snap and pull the wad of bubble gum out of my mouth, wrestle him to the ground, and plug up his nose with the gum, while kicking the shit out of him. Finally, he screams and says he'll leave. So I let him up, and he goes *poof* and turns into a fairy, smoking a cigarette and drinking out of a 40 oz Coors Lite can. Tells me that "Boy are you dumb,". And then the dream fades to black, and in the background Wayne Newton is singing Danke Schoen with a mirrored disco ball over him.
WTF?
[Edit]: I think I may have analyzed it. Wow, I'm brilliant, even when I dream.
*ehem*
Had this reaaaaaallly wierd dream last night. Actually, I had several, but this is the wierdest:
I was working in my office here at school, only the office was actually a warehouse in my dream with bright florescent lights and lime green shag carpet. So I'm working, and this guy comes in, a swindler, trying to take advantage of poor college kids by selling time-share kegs (Really. I said it was wierd), and selling shares of Plastic Poo Enterprises. So he's there for a couple hours trying to get people to give him money, and no one kicks him out. Finally, he comes after me, and I let loose on him, calling him just about every name in the book. I tell him he must get lost, or I'll get physical with him. It was kind of hard to talk, because I had this huge wad of bubble gum in my mouth. He tells me that a)he doesn't "get physical with other men" because that's evol, and that b)what can a stupid college kid do - write an essay and bore him to death? So then, I snap and pull the wad of bubble gum out of my mouth, wrestle him to the ground, and plug up his nose with the gum, while kicking the shit out of him. Finally, he screams and says he'll leave. So I let him up, and he goes *poof* and turns into a fairy, smoking a cigarette and drinking out of a 40 oz Coors Lite can. Tells me that "Boy are you dumb,". And then the dream fades to black, and in the background Wayne Newton is singing Danke Schoen with a mirrored disco ball over him.
WTF?
[Edit]: I think I may have analyzed it. Wow, I'm brilliant, even when I dream.