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Thursday, September 18, 2003
oDD dREAMS
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My dreams are rarely linear. They tend to begin at point A, then bypass a few points and wind up somewhere around Q, and occasionally they switch tangents all together and the final point will lie somewhere along the Phoenician alphabet. Last night Lord Morpheus transported me into quite a splendiferous dream.
The dream began in my high school gymnasium’s locker room, only it wasn’t really my high school gymnasium’s locker room, but rather a huge facility reminiscent of those seen in NFL movies. In this particular segment of my dream I was attempting to steal sneakers from a class mate that I haven’t seen in years. My attempt was foiled, however, when I found that the sneakers were guarded by an oversized, ill tempered wiener dog.
Since I failed in my attempt to steal the sneakers, I decided to attend my gym class. However, gym wasn’t gym, it was French. It seems that while I was attempting to steal my classmate’s sneakers the gym was transformed into a large gazebo. My gym/French class was taught by my college French professor, and was comprised of several of my high school classmates, a vicious wiener dog, and, of course, Brittany Spears. Apparently, I am very good friends with Brittany Spears, because when I sat down next to her in the grass she put her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her waist.
After French, Brittany (I feel as though I can refer to her by just her first name since we are on such intimate terms) and I decided to drive to a friend’s house. During the drive, Brittany transformed into two guys that I don’t know. For some reason I wasn’t to upset that Miss Spears replaced, nor was I surprised when I arrived at Mitch’s (yes, the OBer Mitch) house. I don’t remember if Mitch looked like Mitch, but his mother served us tuna sandwiches with the crust cut off. Did I mention that Mitch had a wiener dog?
Anyway, it was an odd dream…perhaps the oddest I have ever had. I wonder if anyone will even be able to decipher what I just wrote…
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