well i dreamed: September 2002 Archives

so i came home from work and took a quick nap. woke up, went out for dinner and smokes and stuff, came home, ate my potato, and passed out.

dreamt about bathrooms. the girls' bathroom had a long line for one stall but other stalls open. i wondered what was wrong with them, but hey, when ya gotta go, so, went in another one, toilet was really low to the ground, i sat on it then realized i didn't know if there was something else wrong with it. turns out it was full of those seat protector papers, still, creepy enough. i wandered into another bathroom, it was all steamy because there were showers going too. i went into a roomy stall and was ready to sit down when a chubby, dripping wet asian man walked by, naked except for a towel that he was just holding around himself, it didn't go all the way around. i apologized profusely for being in the wrong room and he just shrugged. back to the girls' bathroom, where there was a bomb in one of the stalls. i quickly ducked into the next one and had this awareness of what it would be like to have the metal walls of my stall explode towards me, and how it would probably kill me. then i woke up. 11PM. went potty, answered some email, now going back to bed, wondering what will happen next.

woke up this morning early thinking it was sunday. it felt like the last day of a weekend. i searched my brain for memories of a saturday, if any, and determined it probably wasn't sunday. probably.

went back to sleep and dreamt of terrorists. i'm not sure we had him hostage or he had us - we were in a hotel room and he had a missile and we were afraid to call the FBI because they'd think we were harboring him. he looked like an aging rockstar still sporting the 80's big hair, though it was streaked with grey. he was very vain about his hair, kept brushing and teasing it, and kept wanting to sleep, but you could never tell if he was really sleeping, we worried. finally we called the FBI, and they chased us out of the room so we wouldn't see the special instruments they were using on the missile. i think the terror rockstar guy got away, but we had to get to the 24 hour picnic. there was going to be a beer concession selling premium beer in small cups and i had this great idea that we should bring a kegger of cheap beer and sell it in BIG cups for the same price. there was general excitement about big cups of beer. but i forgot the cups. the end.

it is saturday right?