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.
- Name: KLJ
- Location: Sacramento, California, United States
Sea Monkey devotee since childhood.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Crime can be fun
I hopped in the Bosses car and we took off. Somehow some toughs caught up with us. They went through the car. They told me to check that my Camera was okay. I'd put the money in my camera bag so I knew they'd taken the money.
I was afraid that the gang I was with would be pissed, plus I was still the one who did and could get caught for the crime but I didn't have the money so I was a perfect fall guy. But at the same time, I came through unscathed so far and I might just go on about my business having had some fun being a criminal.
Barak Tapan Hussein Obama Trivedi, Stand Up President
I was working a shift at The Crest durring a music show. My friend Patrick was on stage playing an old timey key-tar which is funny because I don't think there is such a thing. Patrick kept talking between songs like he was the band leader, telling the audience what it's like to play a key-tar when you're used to a regular organ or piano keyboard. I was pretty sure he was just supposed to play and wasn't supposed to be talking to the audience all the time. The audience were really smart kids who knew all about old timey key-tars and what not.
I was trying out my jokes on the other Crest employees and they didn't think they were funny. Really they weren't. Things like "Hey wow, I bet you didn't expect to see the President of The United States doing stand up comedy tonight" or "Man, what if McCain had one because of racists? Would you really want to win that way? I mean how could you even govern?" In the dream these seemed like jokes, but only to me.