this week i have had the following crazy-fuck-dreams:
thursday night, i was attending a round-table conference with ruth bader ginsburg and stephen breyer. apparently i was invited to give the medstudent’s perspectives on some topic. half-way through the roundtable discussion, justice ginsburg passes me this note with instructions to go across the street and steal a bicycle from the house on the corner.

the note assured me that i wouldnt get in trouble because she was a justice on the supreme court. the p.s. read: dont worry, you’re hot. in the dream sequence i ended up stealing some dude’s bike and remember feeling fuck-awesome because a justice of the supreme court wanted to rock me. i woke up feeling incredibly guilty for stealing some dude’s wheels.
friday night’s dream took a full 6hrs to compose. i literally dreamed all night long. i was living w/ a house full of random girls that i know from school. it was an incredible old house that was like 2 blocks from campus. in the back of the house it had a small apartment that could only be used by the parents of the person renting the house. during my dream i was determined to convince all the girls to move out so that i could have the place to myself.

in order to facilitate this i devised some technique to travel back in time and return w/ gifts that would convince the girls to leave the sweet rental house to me. i picked up all kinds of old antiques and stuff from the turn of the century and used it to buy them off. the non-sense continued until buster began licking my face.
before i opened my eyes, i was battling street gangs outside my new rental house who were smashing big long bongs all over my body. i kept shouting, quit smashing your bongs on me! quit smashing your bongs on me!
so anyone wanna guess what all this craziness is supposed to mean?