August 2nd, 2006 by GoldenAppleCorp
Last night I had a dream about She Who Shall Not Be Named, Usurper of the Box Tops.
For some reason, I was at her house. I’m thinking it was a field trip, or homework assignment for MastaG. Things between she and I were quite strained at first. Then she began talking and I realized that she’s actually quite nice, just painfully shy and unable to converse easily with others. I told her what people thought about her and suggested she get out more often so as not to seem like such a bitch. And then we had icecream.
I also had a dream that we sent Pigpen to some weird daycare thing, where they had lots of computers. When we went to pick him up, AT tipped the daycare worker with a couple hits of acid. Bos and Eaves were there, too, but sans kids.
August 2nd, 2006 at 10:11 am
Woman, you have issues.
August 2nd, 2006 at 10:12 am
My art teacher said a few days ago that according to some shrink or other, we’re supposedly everything in our dreams. We’re the person we talk to, ourselves, the book we pick up, etc. etc. I dunno what that would mean in relation to the dreams I’ve described up yonder.
August 2nd, 2006 at 2:30 pm
“I dunno what that would mean in relation to the dreams I’ve described up yonder.”
It might mean that you think you would be a nicer person if you got out more and took more acid. Just a guess.
August 2nd, 2006 at 2:46 pm
Good point. I’d be afraid to see that, tho…