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Last night's was a little different. I jumped up and looked over at my door where some thing was hanging. There was a bathrobe in my room that was going to kill me. I jumped up and went over to the door and hit it twice until I realized that it was just a terry cloth towel. Still in my confused dream state, I reasoned that a terry cloth towel wouldn't kill me. Then I calmly turned the light on and went back to bed. |
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'hey lemmy, hand me the mayo' |
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I feel your pain, Kazoo. :) |
shit. why do i feel like nate today? what did you do to my cheerio's fuckwad? or was that Bon Scott? |
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had two really strange dreams last night. In the first I was at Sem's apartment in Ohio and we were sorting through some things and talking about moving. I looked into a closet that I had never seen before and noticed that there were two small children sitting in boxes with blankets. A boy and a girl, and they were about 4 and six years old. When I asked Andy about them he told me that they were his; that he got sucked into some adoption thing years ago with a friend, and the friend left and he's been stuck with these kids the whole time. (editor's note: sem and I have been together for three years, so you can just imagine my surprise) Anyway, I told him that he had to get the children out of there. They came out, and there clothes were dirty, and they were really hyper. I tried to get them to calm down and told them I was going to lay out some rules, which they said sounded reasonable. Then we put together some beds in one of Andy's room where they could sleep. Andy and I went somewhere and left them alone to sleep in the bed. When we got back, they had gotten out of bed and were starting to hang a big WELCOME sign in the tree in the front yard. We got them back into the apartment, but they were too excited to sleep, even though I said they had to go to school the next day. Then I realized that they only had the clothes that they were wearing. I spent the last part of the dream calculating how much money I could spare from my bank account to buy them shoes and pajamas and clothes and books and toys from Target. In the next dream, I was at some kind of HUGE bash being thrown by my family. It was at the country club where many of my cousins have held their wedding receptions, but it didn't look like that club, it was more like someone's house with a basement where people were dancing. As it turns out, Mos Def, who had met me a month earlier and decided I was the *one* decided to propose to me and I said yes. The ring was really strange and very unnattractive (so much for da bling) . So, I'm with my family, members of his family, and a few friends, newly engaged when suddenly I realized that sem would find out and I didn't know how to handle that. Mos Def and I hadn't slept together or even kissed except for an occasional friendly smooch, but I felt terrible. Overcome with guilt. And I was in a situation I coudn't avoid. I had to either tell Sem or break it off with Mos Def, and I didnt' want to do either--because I didn't want to deal with confrontation. I also felt terrible because I knew that if I broke up with sem to marry mos def, sem wouldn't be able to go see The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy without being really sad. I told my mother and her sisters that I didn't know what to do, that I didn't really want to marry mos def and they took it upon themselves to approach him and his friends and let him know that I'd changed my mind. He looked over at me and seemed really sad, buthe also kind of understood. He and his friends and family stayed a little longer since all the little kids were having fun together. I was still feeling terrible since I knew I had to tell sem I had been engaged and I still had the ring and it turned out that Mos Def had taken the ring that sem was going to use to propose to me--except sem was going to melt the ring down and make something different. When I got to sem's room to put the ring back, he was there looking very sad and he started showing me all the tacky jewelry he was going to melt down and make into something special. Then Mos Def's sister and her little boy showed up at my mother's house offering to pay for part of the party and I told her we would take care of it. But then my mom said we should have taken the money since renting the club was so expensive. |
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