; 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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Location: Sacramento, California, United States

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Friday, July 06, 2007

Playing Catch Up yet again

Crazy old house, full of clutter. It's an amazing, ornate house but everything is aged. The paint, the floor, the rugs, all look very old. I live there as do lots of other folks it seems, including Bryna and some friend of ours. An uptight old lady owns the house. The old lady pushes us out somehow. There are tears and such as we prepare to move, I think we're going to stay at my mom's while we look for a place. I curse the old lady out. She seems unfazed. Cursing her out starts to feel really pointless and unsatisfying.

I'm riding my bike. I round a corner and some other guy who was already riding in the direction I'm now heading is awkwardly close to me but we're going the same speed. I can't go any faster and I don't want to slow down. The bike becomes a car and the guy is now in the car and he is Patton Oswalt, the comedian, though he wasn't Patton Oswalt when we were on bikes. I'm trying to get to day care to pick up my nephew Antonio but trains and whatever else are block my way. Patton grabs teh wheel and turns it, sending us down an alley that runs alongside the train. We get to Antonio's day car and I'm told he had an accident in his pants. They gave him other pants to wear but it seems they didn't clean his soiled pair instead just shoving them in his back pack. The back pack is a teddy bear and it smells like shit and I tell Antonio that since Patton Oswlat is in the car he's going to have to hang the bears ass out the window. I really want to make a good impression on Patton but he seems like a cool, really down to earth guy and I'm afraid of seeming like I'm trying too hard.

Had a dream while in LA that I was feeling up some short girl with big, badly done fake breasts.

Patton Oswalt in my car, picking up Antonio, bear back pack smells pooey.