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2:11 AM -- 2004-09-26
Dream Sequence, sucka

So last night I had one of those strung-together dreams... didn't make much sense and seemed like maybe three different scenarios, probably because I have cats and when they wake me up, one dream ends and another starts. But I never really regain conciousness so when I wake up, and try to sort out the nonsense, its fucking confusing and I need an advil.

Okay, so I was at this hotel with a few family members getting ready to watch a new episode of Full House... which was reborn due to Dave Coulier's career bounce-back. And get this, I had a baby. And I'm not lying when I say it was Johnny D3pp's (the "3" due to prevent Mr. D3pp from stumbling upon this... taking no chances here.)

But the strange thing (and this happens alot in my dreams) was that the baby took three different forms in the dream.... however throughout it was always aknowledged by all as a baby. The first part of the dream, it was an ordinary newborn... the next, when I took it swimming in the hotel pool, it was a puppy (so basically, I was teaching a puppy to swim and calling it a baby.)....

No babies in the pool, godammit.

...and toward the end when the Colombian police had me surrounded outside reservation center.... the child was in fact a tube of chapstick.

Fuck if I know what that's all about.

The last thing I remember was talking to my mom (this time there was no baby at all). Apparently it was the day after election day, and I had forgotten to vote.

.........

So after careful thought and analysis, my summation is this:

I am a terrible parent, and so is my mom for not reminding me to vote.

.........

I gotta get to work at noon-thirty tomorrow, so this going to be a short one.

The Ninja, is signing off..

Sa Da Tay!