Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Legos, a Dog and a Girlfriend

Well, last night I had a series of weird dreams. That usually happens when I eat bologna an hour before bed, but this time I don't think I did. First part of the dream I dreamt that me and my friends were playing with Legos on my living room floor. Then my dog had to go to the pet store so we got in Peetey's car. Then we drove down a bad part of town and no one noticed the crack house and the gang that was living there (they all looked like Humpty the rapper). I told my friends to drive really fast past it, but they slowed down and the gang was upon us. I think we were able to escape by going down some other alleys, but somehow I was able to give them a fake address so they wouldn't find my home. Then when we got back to my place our girlfriends wanted to drive the car but I was adamant about them not taking it and they drove off quickly without me stopping them. Many things about this dream strike me as weird. First, I don't have Legos, a dog or a girlfriend. Second, I didn't dream anything about the pet store, which was the major goal of the dream. I think I will analyze it. The Legos on the floor represent Christmas because I used to get Legos at Christmas. The dog represents my inner animal wanting to get stuff. The bad part of town and the gang represents rap music - which I no longer like. The alley maze and the fake address represent programming and how logically I can get out of anything. The girlfriend wanting to drive the car represents my love of cheese and how I recently got a grill from the cheese sandwich competition. As usual I move in my sleep and when I woke up my hand had fallen asleep because I was using it as a pillow. I think this dream really represents the fact that my body wanted to wake up and slap me.

 

Thought of the Day

"I've been eating a lot of cheese lately. I don't know why. You think that's like an allergy? I don't know what it is. I can't get enough of it. I'm like a big mouse."

-- Uncle Buck


Comments:
I don't even attempt to figure out dreams...too weird. Maybe you really have a desire to eat dog and be in a rap group.
Peety
 
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