I think my lack of sleep has caused me to have some pretty weird dreams oncde I actually get around to doing it...
Like, the other night I had this dream where there were all these evil cats trying to get into my house and then get to me... So I went through a lot of trouble from keeping them from picking locks and whatnot. It was so weird, because in their little cat army they had Cat Wizards and Cat Psychics. I was coming up with some crazy plan of throwing catnip out the door to distract them so that me and my dog could go to the one place of refuge: the tree house. I don't actually have one, but in my dream I did.
In my dreams I always have really nice backyards. Hmm.
And then tonight I had a dream where I was trying to find something to eat and I went to ShopRite over in West Deptford. James Martin was there (I talked to this kid for like, a minute in the last 4 years or so) and the store was closing, so we made it a mission to find food. He went and distracted the cameras. Then it turned into some kind of weird movie about his life and he developed a Scottish accent.
Whaaaaat?
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I'm going to be honest with you, I expected to see more of myself in your subconscious mind.
And to think, I once catered to your mother's needs. Once.
--Me Martin
I know, she told me about that, ahahaha. That's probably why I dreamed about that shit.
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