I am glad it's Friday. Guess what I'm doing tonight? Sweet. Fuck. All. The last time I was able to come home and not have to work out or go to a social engagement was when I was four years old (that said, I recently downloaded some Baby Mammoth and I always find that going for a run is a nice way to become familiar with new music so I might end up doing a 10k [and most of that preceding statement is just me making an excuse to cover the fact that I am addicted to exercise]). Oh! Double brackets.Last night I ran 5.6 miles in under 43 minutes which is pretty fast for me.
Then? Dig this. I dreamed I was at a Paolo Nutini concert and he picked me out of the crowd to come on stage with him. The funny thing was, between sets, when the curtains were closed, everyone was just hanging around chatting and reading magazines: not getting pissed and banging groupies. And in my dream they thought I was a size two (way to go, subconscious!) and wanted me to change into black pants and a black shirt when I was on stage. And Paolo, though only 22, was on his second wife (trashy blonde) whom I got to see backstage when Paolo was jamming with Neil Young who was in town for the Summer Sessions (it's true, he was just here).
It was the most awesome dream ever. Especially the bit when he picked me out of the crowd and reached his hand over to take mine and I said, "I'm afraid my legs are a bit shaky" and he said "that's okay".
The only downside is that I'm not sure how I can top any of this in real life.
And I sure as hell ain't going to top it tonight.
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You bitch! (said lovingly) I want your dream. This post prompted me to remember my dream, which I rarely do. Would you like to hear my dream? Good, here goes. This suxs just so you know. I dreamed I was on a movie set with Randy Quaid (I guess I dreamed this b/c he was in the news the other day when he was arrested in Texas) and his character had a looooonnng mullet in a pony tail (cuz the mug shot on the news showed him with long hair.) I had to sit by him in the shot and the pony tail some how ended up off his head and on my leg and I picked it up and asked him if it was his and he said "Yes, put it back on." So I did and this ended up in the out takes shown at the end of the movie.
You see why I'm calling you names. Why can't I have great dreams. Could it have been the beer I drank last night? I never drink beer.
Wow. That's a horrible, horrible dream. He was arrested in Texas?
Michael rarely remembers his dreams either, but this morning he informed me that he dreamed he was building a fence. Most mundane dreams EVER, this guy!
My dreams must be mundane too. Randy Quaid and his wife had run out on a hotel bill in California and the news story was about the sheriff in the small Texas town where he was stopped for speeding. The sheriff drove them to the bank where Randy and his wife bot withdrew $20K to post their bail. that small town is where my future sister-in-law has a house. It's also where the Marfa Lights are... unexplained light penoms.
I wonder what caused me to dream that a Vet was cutting my leg open and woke me up just now.
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