Mad Movie Guy

Before I get into what will probably make you all want to have me committed to a padded room, or make me go “live on a farm, so he can run free”, Im gonna give you a little background into this dream, not that I have much of anything, but I do know that last night I woke up around 3 (I get up at 4), and had a diet orange sunkist and a smoke for some reason, I dont know why, but I was up, and that combo could not be denied. Afterwards, I laid back in bed, hoping to get to sleep a little bit longer before the dreaded sound of the alarm clock went off, it was getting close to 320 am, and I was thinking that I probably wouldnt get much sleep in, then apparently, and suddenly, I drifted off to to the wolf dream, which for me, is that dream like place where everything is still out of hand like in a dream, but I feel more like Im actually there…..

So here is the deal folks, yesterday I was out in my moms pool, and I was minding my own business reading a script and smoking the cigarette, when all of a sudden out of nowhere a nautical attack was launched upon me by what could only be discribed as an already dead merchant of death, some people know them as spiders, I know them as fear. I saw instantly that it was dead, but for some reason, that wasnt enough for me, now I would love to talk about how I went on and heroically slayed the mighty beast a few more times for good measure, but instead I took a page from the French, and retreated, which wasn’t so much of a retreat as me shreiking like a girl, and getting out of the pool with ninja like speed and agility, there may have been a point there, where I actually ran on water. Now here is where it gets interesting, I havent been getting a lot of sleep as of late, and I havent been able to remember my dreams as clearly as I normally would like, but due to the amount of tabasco I put on my salad last night. Remind me, to talk more about salads in a second, but Im onto something here. Anyways, spicey foods lead me to sometimes nightmares, usually its from taco bell as I am sure they have some form of LSD in their taco meat (assuming its meat), but sometimes, spicey food in general gives me nightmares, which is probably just my bodys way of asking for a tums. I remembered the dream from last night clearly, and took detailed notes when I woke up in a cold sweat at 2:32am on the verge of tears. Now, some of this probably didnt happen exactly like this, I took notes and vowed to fill in the blanks after work, So here we go!!

Im working at a drive through, for yangs, ya know chicken and rice, and this woman from my past drives up in her car, Im trying to talk to her, and I tell her I have cancer, cause IM sure that will get me back into the sack with her. IM now standing in her sunroof with my arms spread wide and she is just laughing, thats the women of my past for ya. So screw her, I leave her working there, and I drive off in her car, I have Dickstein from John from Cincinatti in the car with me, and he didnt get what he ordered, which was a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich with a side of mac and cheese, which doesnt make sense to me, cause we just left a teriaki place, so I make him show me the receipt, which sure as shit says PBJ- MACCHEZ on it, but the clerks had drawn a tiny bottle of jack daniels, and a bottle of vodka on there as well, what ever the hell that means. IM getting ready to turn around, when my old cell phone rings, and its another friend of mine, she works for my cell phone company, but is also a musicain, anyways, she tells me that if I want that new phone (not an iPhone) that I need to get a refferal from my doctor to get it, which I tell her is no problem cause I have to call him about something esle anyways..

First of all, let me say, that what Im about to write I actually dreamed, Im not creative enough to make this shit up.

Secondly, I have made no attempt to hide the fact that my mind is furrowing deeper into its own insanity, this is further proof.

Come, take a ride with me, as I step into the wolf dream…..

I really wanted to get more into writing about my dreams, I just woke up from one, and I had to come grab some yougurt so I could write about it.