The Weirdest Dream Ever
no really. i'm not kidding. here's how it goes:
there are all these storm trooper guys (as in star wars goons, not nazis) standing up on a platform that's outside. there's a conveyor belt below them carrying round trays the size of kitchen tables. on these round trays is this alive-goo-stuff that vaguely looks like vomit with all these tiny mouths. there are also some vegetables, like potatoes and cabbage.
anyway, the storm troopers are testing their rocket launchers (duh!) by shooting the weird vomit-creatures. the grenades hit and go blooey in a minor way, then the vomit-creatures either die or break apart into smaller vomit creatures. who eat some vegetables. the storm troopers laugh and keep firing and the conveyor belt keeps going around until there are very few vomit-creatures left. at this point, though, the ones that are left are getting more three dimensional from eating all those bland vegetables. they've got beaks and look more like shmoo-birds. sort of round, legless, little baby birds.
the storm troopers get bored and decide they'll let the shmoo-birds go 'cause they'll certainly get killed anyway on this planet they're on as they're not native. so they open the fence and the shmoo-birds, of which there are only about six or seven left, wobble out to the road. and some dude in a pickup stops and says that they can live in his truck bed which has these weird little cabinets with sliding doors. like you have under your sink or something.
he's very apologetic, saying, "well, it's not going to be very comfortable or anything..." but the shmoos respond enthusiastically. they're all like, "dude. we get DOORS? that rocks the house." and the storm troopers are all like, "jeez. that's no fun. we thought they'd get eaten by badgers or something."
of course, the meaning of this dream is perfectly clear: no more drugs more me, ever.
i had other weird dreams, too, but that's the only one i recall well enough to tell you, gentle reader.
in other news, i had a good idea for a party which you may feel free to steal. here it is: it's the olly-olly-in-come-free party.
what you do is call/write/email all those people you like but haven't seen in at least six months. you tell them, "hey, check it out, olly-olly-in-come-free." and you tell them they can bring whomever they want as long as they haven't seen them in at least six months.
then there will be all these cool old friends at the party who haven't seen each other in a long time.
huh? what? i am NOT weird.
okay. maybe i'm a little weird. but i have new glasses and that counts for something.
U r not weird.
I would have to diagree with Kooky Komments and tell you that you *are* weird. Very weird. Sorry.
no, that's a kickass idea for a party. except that it should be people you haven't seen in over three years, and carploos should be arranged. ole!