I had another starfucker dream last night. A three parter. The first part I was sleeping on a lounge all but submerged in the river while sharks circled. This is the old "Scared of one's emotion's" type scenario, if I recall my $2.95 Woman's Day Dream Interpretation guide correctly.
So far, so good.
Next came a few hours of hanging out with the comedians from Big Train. They did some hilarious sketches that had me laughing so hard I actually woke up with tears in my eyes to the sound of my own laughter. I don't recall ever doing that before. I'm upset because these sketches were literally my own invention and I'm fucked if I can remember them now to write them down and flog them for a mint.
The third part was two blonde men who could only make bird noises when they spoke, who were trying to gun me down in public for sport. All ended well, as I found myself back on the lounge in shark infested waters. The shots from the guns scared the sharks off and, having run out of bullets, the gunmen took their guns and birdsong and left in abject defeat.
I had too much to dream last night.
