Had a dream where I was driving into the city from the suburbs with Doug and his sister Jenna, and I was supposed to meet someone there. I went to some place in Chinatown and met my boss Bates from the Pita Pit, but he found a promising new way of making money by growing and selling pickles. A montage plays through my head of growing them in the ocean (and increasing the amount over time), bringing them on land and they float like they're still in the ocean, and then burying them in a vinegar sand.
He had trapped me to make me help him, and I said something to him that I forget, but he laughed and said, "I already hate you anyway." In order to get free I went over to a bookshelf and had to make beats with shuffling the books around and slamming them in place to some song that was being played.
Tired of moping and being depressed/depressing, but I can't seem to break out of it.
I am craving stews and pot pies.
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I had a dream where there was this secret fridge inside this basement that was supposedly under my high school and I had to go and grocery shop there every once in a while. And then people kept calling me. And one of the people was well, you know. And I had to put an outfit on, by jumping into this huge pile of clothes. But then Murry called, and I had a gig. So I went into the bathroom to check my hair to skip the gig and hang out with, well, you know, and I got locked inside the bathroom. And then the next morning Murry yelled at me and I was fired. And I went to go grocery shopping at the secret fridge and I called well you know, to apologize and well, you know told me he'd be busy forever. And somewhere inbetween all this nonsense, Khyber and Murry wanted me to film these Irish Step dancers in the basement, who were both five (the basement looked exactly like that dancing scene in Titanic). I didn't film them, and Khyber and Murry got mad at me. And then I woke up. LAME SAUCE.
It's funny that even in your dreams, you can't make things happen that you want to happen. I prefer daydreams.
AAAAALLRIGHT, FIONDA.
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