I'm beginning to think that NyQuil inspires strange dreams. As if I didn't need more reasons to love this product. Last night I had one of the strangest dreams in recent memory.
I was at a hotel bar somewhere and out of the blue, Tom, an old classmate from high school, came up to talk to me. In high school Tom was neither a friend nor a foe; we rarely spoke. Why he would choose to appear in my dream is a mystery to me. We did the usual catching up thing, and he asked me if I was attending our class reunion, which coincidentally was taking place in that very hotel that evening. (At this point, I should probably interject that my actual high school reunion took place over Thanksgiving and I did not attend for two reasons. First, I now live 3,000 miles away from where I went to high school; and second, I have not spoken to a single member of my class since graduation day. That's absolutely true.) Back in the dream, I had been unaware of the reunion but I told Tom that maybe I would drop by.
I did drop by, alone. Even stranger was my outfit for the evening. I wore a white shirt, black pants, a tie and a vest. Not so strange so far, especially if I'm a waiter. But on top of these clothes, I wore a strapless violet dress. No one seemed to notice my bizarre attire, least of all me. I didn't actually realize what I was wearing until the dream was almost over. I fared pretty well at the reunion. I think most people liked me and I made a good impression, which would be a tremendous improvement over my actual high school experience. Towards the end of the dream, I think there was a sexy confrontation with and maybe a desperate pursuit on foot of some crush I had, but the details are lost to the fog that clouds dream memory as soon as you wake up.
I'm not sure I really learned anything from this dream except that I need to start taking more NyQuil and that violet is not really my color.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
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12 metawords:
Did you throw a sausage patty at Gwen's ass at any point?
Just wondering.
Oh man, I need to score some NyQuil, for real.
I'm disappointed I didn't have a role in your dream like I did Zibbs', but maybe that's just greedy.
Gwen - I know right? I didn't get a dream shout-out either, and WWW gave me Comment of the Year!
Wow. There's gotta be something to the cross dressing thing.
I had a dream last night that a lady in my office slapped me and I sued her for assault. All while on nothing. Not even a glass of wine. Good times.
I had a dream 2 nights ago that I was with Jeremy Clarkson, the host of a British TV show called Top Gear, on a glacier, and he tricked me into walking onto a crashed WWII plane that was submerged in the water.
Yeah, no drugs to blame here either.
Finally, you stopped having dreams about banging me.
Finally, you stopped having dreams about banging BeckEye.
(And damn it, someone made the dandruff joke before me? Fuck them.)
Beckeye: I didn't say that was the only dream I had last night. It's just the only one I can recount in public.
Your strapless violet dress symbolizes your awkwardness in your high school. You're ridiculous in it, an object of ridicule. You're wearing your fears on your sleeveless dress, and end up having a great time because nobody sees the dress or sees you in that way. Your fear of making a poor impression never materializes, just as the absurd dress you are wearing never gets noticed.
Has Nyquil become your poor man's absinthe?
I'm having some myself from all this Theraflu! Where did you graduate?
I laughed my ass off reading this (well not literally because that would be awkward)
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