RockAss.net; Dreams

Just your basic dream journal. I will attempt to record all of my dreams here, no matter how mundane or humiliating they may be.
Keep in mind, I wake up and crawl to the computer and write these before coffee, tea or anything so yeah, they're a mess. Enjoy.

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Sea Monkey devotee since childhood.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Notes

Here are some notes I made, half awake, trying to remember my dreams. I added details (in parenthesis) later, if I remembered more.

Play, ending in fight scene. I scoot around crowd on the ground yelling hit him hit him.
Lesbian couple who I don’t like, says she doesn’t wear underwear. I say I know, please do.

Driving to work next morning with foot caught in steering wheel (I stick my foot through the steering wheel, just to see if it will fit), no headlights, I'm half dressed, I see a cop, I pull over to avoid getting pulled over by cop. (with my foot in caught in the wheel it's hard to pull over, and I may be drawing the cops attention more I worry. I squeeze between some garbage cans and the curb and get my foot unhooked).
At work lots of toilet paper piled on desk. Toilet paper on sale sign stuck to my desk.
Bosses big joke. (In real life, my boss jokes that because I have colitis our toilet paper budgets if bankrupting us.)
My work looks like the co-op. (The Sac Natural Foods Co-Op is where I go for lunch almost every day.)
Sea monkeys all doin’ it in really BIG sea monkey tank. (I have a sea monkey tank on my desk at work. It's tiny, and the sea monkeys are doing good, but I've yet to see any pro-creating, which I hope to see soon. In the dream there are hundreds of sea monkeys doing it and their all in formation, like flying war planes as they swim around the tank, locked together in pairs.)

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