so last night i was sleeping quite soundly—that is, until buster decided that the paper boy was an intruder intent on ridding the world of yours truly.
(sure, it’s annoying now, but when a creepy axe-murderer actually tries some shit buster will give ‘em hell.)
i fell back asleep around 6am and for the next 3hrs had a crazy dream.
not to get into the details, but it involved me back in my jesus-church-days, yet fully-alive and aware in my present form. i was hanging out with this girl that i really liked, complete with her typical assortment of characters. at some point, it became clear to me that i was going to be in a church play and that i had procrastinated learning my lines and was in a panic as “showtime” approached.
the best part of this scenario is that i was playing jesus. my costume included a flowing white robe, blue-jesus-sash and wig that could have passed for john lennon. as i rushed around backstage, my mom kept asking me if i knew my lines.
i kept trying to explain to her that even though i hadnt learned a single line from the play, that i could totally wing the jesus-stuff and no one would be the wiser.
the only dream-metaphor missing was my teeth falling out or suddenly having the ability to fly.
this is the LAST time i eat cold pizza for breakfast and then try to go back to sleep.
