No more crack before bed.
I must say... Considering the dream I just had, I've been hanging around Megan too much.
So goes the dream:
While staying the night at my grandparents, I couldn't sleep and decided to take a walk outside. I told them I was leaving and, rather than walking to the door, simply climbed out a window.
Upon getting outside, I find myself in their backyard (which is actually an outdoor amphitheatre because they apparently live in an old school). At the edge of the woods I see several dark figures walking away, one of them a naked man on a horse.
I walk around for a while before the figures come back and approach me. Behind them is a group of some forty or fifty individuals, almost all naked, but only the one on horseback (I actually think he may have been a centaur). He hands me a paper sack full of items (the only one I notice is a copy of Goodfellas on DVD, which is actually spelled "Goodfellows" in the dream). He then proceeds to explain to me the group's religious ideologies, none of which I can remember save for "we don't believe in the nine Gods," and something about a "God of blood."
So we all take our seats in the stands and a program involving nudity and elaborate costumes begins... before I wake up. Damn.
So goes the dream:
While staying the night at my grandparents, I couldn't sleep and decided to take a walk outside. I told them I was leaving and, rather than walking to the door, simply climbed out a window.
Upon getting outside, I find myself in their backyard (which is actually an outdoor amphitheatre because they apparently live in an old school). At the edge of the woods I see several dark figures walking away, one of them a naked man on a horse.
I walk around for a while before the figures come back and approach me. Behind them is a group of some forty or fifty individuals, almost all naked, but only the one on horseback (I actually think he may have been a centaur). He hands me a paper sack full of items (the only one I notice is a copy of Goodfellas on DVD, which is actually spelled "Goodfellows" in the dream). He then proceeds to explain to me the group's religious ideologies, none of which I can remember save for "we don't believe in the nine Gods," and something about a "God of blood."
So we all take our seats in the stands and a program involving nudity and elaborate costumes begins... before I wake up. Damn.
posted by Greg at 2:16 PM
2 Comments:
That dream is very Greg meets Harry Potter meets a friend I had in High School who once climbed out the window named Chad. (I would have just said Greg meets Harry Potter meets Chad, but you wouldn't have understood it, so I had to explain and make my comment twice as long. Damn you for not attending Fayetteville High School.)
ok, Rosaria says next time limit it to half your usual dosage... ok, pumpkin?
-mae
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