I've just seen you naked... i.e. I just had this funky dream, and you and I were lesbian lovers... sort of... we got interrupted before the "fun part" by my parents, 7 puppies, and (get this) the underground canal tourists, because you could get to the canal shopping and gondolas through the closet of your palace like bedroom (we were in your room, I can't dream of nice places that I own NO!)... Don’t ask WHY but you had about a 30 foot vaulted ceiling room painted in blue with white stars/splotches and a white gauze covered canopy bed, and through the back of your secret closet instant shopping and Venetian gondola rides.
What the FUCK did I have for dinner???????
from this an abrupt scene change.... I am in Visalia... INDIANA
Apparently COW PADDY CALIFORNIA has moved back to COW PADDY INDIANA where I grew up and is now located in-between Chesterton and Valparaiso Indiana
(I can change geography in my dreams! Nyah!)
and I am in an alley.... only it's a dead end alley ART GALLERY, and I am selling my water color paintings.
They were very nice
However, I've never painted with watercolors IN MY ENTIRE LIFE, and certainly NEVER windmills and beachscapes!
I repeat. WHAT THE FUCK DID I HAVE FOR DINNER?!?!?!?!?
I'm afraid of what the analysis would be here of my dreams... the scariest part is I remember every stinking detail as if it were REAL, very rare for me that.
DO I keep this to myself?
Hell no, let me embarrass myself for the whole world to see.
Goodnight, (AGAIN, Wake up... post in LJ... I'm abnormal) sweet dreams... I hope.