So last night my dream involved:
buying a house from my current landlords and finding the poopsmith in the basement and further finding out that one of the rooms lead to a leasure establishment (think Spirited away, but more Tiki than Oriental) that had Elvis Fridays. Fast forward/segway into an evil overlord-type plan to do something evil (that part is still murky) that involved an insane asylum, the grown up children from Roseanne and a shower that turned me into a really buff samourai with white hair and a sculpted (and well endowed) body… Muh?
Darlene is hot… so that part, not so scary.
The samurai part… niiiiccce ;D
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I never said I was sane…
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Thank god.. because if you did, I'd have to point and laugh.
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if I could only record my dreams, I'm sure I could make millions selling them to the movie industry.
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… or get commited to the rubber ward
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Me too… porn movie industry anyway.
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… yes, or that.
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I think that dreaming about the Poopsmith is the weirdest part.
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