Like a banjo in a case...

I recently was inspired by the book Bloomability to start keeping a dream-journal. The coolest thing about it is that I write the entries when I'm still half asleep, so everything that happened in my dream still seems a little bit real and incredibly important, but then when I go back and read it later after I've woken up, it's always the most ridiculous stuff. Just this morning I wrote one, and I'm pretty sure I was more asleep than I usually am while writing, because I think I wrote it in dream speak or something. Names have been changed for protection, but the rest is word for word.
Enjoy:


I was feeling flugged and drugged like a banjo in a case and was trying to articulate this to Chennifron. I think someone had put something in the food. I also gave Fricharius my old redundant school I.D. People were trading them like school pictures. Earlier I think Porthon was telling me about Amrein dumping Vanderboot for someone that reminded her of Chuman and I. We walked to Chuman's house, which was nearby, for some holiday.

In other news:
1) The following lyric has been floating around in my head for days, but didn't seem like an appropriate title for this post:
"I'll write this song to win your kiss, but stay asleep instead."
2) I'm seeing Abraham Lincoln's Big Gay Dance Party tomorrow. Yuss.

Big booty, numbah six!

Numbah six, big booty.