quel cauchemar

i had a spate of bad dreams last night.

one of them was gladly interrupted by a phone call, and i don’t remember it at all.

i had another were i had a stalker who did creepy things like interrupt the music at a bar to play a pre-recorded manifesto about how he wanted to kill me, and how i couldn’t get anyone to walk me home, and upon my arrival home, the stalker killed ernie first so he could kill me without being mauled by ernie.

then i had another dream where i was stuck shuttling an ex around town, and we went to this local indie rock clcub/venue and the door guy gave me a bunch of free stuff because he found out i played guitar and they give schwag to musicians, and i ran into erik at the club and begged him to hang out with ex and i and he wouldn’t (gee, erik, thanks…). okay that dream wasn’t horrible, but ex was annoying.

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4 responses to “quel cauchemar

  1. exes always have to get in the damn way.

    punch him in the face next time.

  2. i had a weird dream, too

  3. that was my bad. my best guess is, i was feeling a little fatigued, plus i had to work the next day. did that little tidbit make it into your dream? i’m guessing no.

    next time i’ll hang out with you guys until 4 am, minimum. then at 4, i’ll say, “when’s the party starting, i’m just getting going here!”

    we cool?

  4. aw, shucks, i could never stay mad at you…

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