Monday, November 21, 2005
Dream Journal Entry #1
It was probably that monster burrito from Burrito King I devoured at 2AM that made this happen. Or maybe the cause was me biting my tongue for about 45 minutes while this 20 year old record label intern went on and on and on about how trapped in the closet sucks so hard because it's gay and the music doesn't change for 15 minutes. Actually it could have had something to do with an urge I had earlier to give My Name Is Earl a hug and tell him not to worry. See, he was bellied up to the bar all alone just pounding beers and occasionally lighting a cigarette for some giggling girl at her request. I felt sorry for the dude. Seemed like he just wanted someone to talk to.
Anyway my mind was totally racing when I hit the sack. I knew this trip to dreamland was gonna be a good one.
I woke up round 4AM and it was right there, still in my mind but fading fast -- the FUNNIEST, MOST AWESOME JOKE EVER INVENTED! Comedy distilled to its raw essence. I was proud. I made this up in my sleep. Come Monday it would be alright. I'd be set for life. I the bidding would probably start around 2 mil.
I had been awake for about 30 seconds and my joke was fading fast. I couldn't find any paper, but my cell phone was nearby. So I typed it out and went back to sleep satisfied.
When I woke up the next morning, as expected, I couldn't remember the comedic gold mine I had just hours earlier snatched from the ether. I took a moment to pat myself on the back for taking the time to document the joke and was already contemplating what luxury items (designer pet clothing and treasure) to buy with the millions that were soon going to roll my way.
I picked up my phone, opened the message folder and found the following:
"You wanna know some shit I x gig talk tomorrow."
This was my joke. It made so much sense in the dream.
It was probably that monster burrito from Burrito King I devoured at 2AM that made this happen. Or maybe the cause was me biting my tongue for about 45 minutes while this 20 year old record label intern went on and on and on about how trapped in the closet sucks so hard because it's gay and the music doesn't change for 15 minutes. Actually it could have had something to do with an urge I had earlier to give My Name Is Earl a hug and tell him not to worry. See, he was bellied up to the bar all alone just pounding beers and occasionally lighting a cigarette for some giggling girl at her request. I felt sorry for the dude. Seemed like he just wanted someone to talk to.
Anyway my mind was totally racing when I hit the sack. I knew this trip to dreamland was gonna be a good one.
I woke up round 4AM and it was right there, still in my mind but fading fast -- the FUNNIEST, MOST AWESOME JOKE EVER INVENTED! Comedy distilled to its raw essence. I was proud. I made this up in my sleep. Come Monday it would be alright. I'd be set for life. I the bidding would probably start around 2 mil.
I had been awake for about 30 seconds and my joke was fading fast. I couldn't find any paper, but my cell phone was nearby. So I typed it out and went back to sleep satisfied.
When I woke up the next morning, as expected, I couldn't remember the comedic gold mine I had just hours earlier snatched from the ether. I took a moment to pat myself on the back for taking the time to document the joke and was already contemplating what luxury items (designer pet clothing and treasure) to buy with the millions that were soon going to roll my way.
I picked up my phone, opened the message folder and found the following:
"You wanna know some shit I x gig talk tomorrow."
This was my joke. It made so much sense in the dream.
