Want to know what kind of day I’m having? Megan Fox sits down at a table with me and starts talking about her tits. And then the alarm clock goes off. Stopped before it even started. And that was the high point of my day.
Tag Archives: dreams
In My Underwear, In a Dream
I think I sleepwalked (sleptwalked?) this morning. Didn’t get much sleep last night and had to wake up kinda early to be at work by 9am. Got up when my alarm told me to, went to the living room, sat in front of my computer (like I always do), and then…promptly fell back asleep. I …
To Feel Love
I’m going to write about a dream. This morning, I had a fucked-up dream. I was in love; this girl and I were hanging out. Something small was in bloom. As dreams go, she dropped out of the plot as I went elsewhere. I was in a big house, ostensibly a place I lived in. …
Destruction, Anniversary.
Three days ago, I had a dream where I was hanging out, drinking or whatever. Surrounded by friends. And I managed to smoke up an entire pack of cigarettes. With much aplomb. I felt guilt, regret. Then I woke up, took a breath. Realized that it was only a dream. After all of this time, …
What Dreams May Come
The disturbing, unsettling dreams continue. About a week ago, I dreamed that I went back to school. Not just any school — I went back to Ouachita Baptist University, the place where I spent/wasted 5 1/2 years of my life. Yeah, Ouachita. All I remember was that I was riding in the back seat of …