||[Mar. 25th, 2004|12:14 pm]
I dream of....
|||||Spitalfeld - Five Days And Counting.||]|
Ok Christine shouldn't have mentioned that she had some girls in her pants last night, because it's what I thought about as I tried to fall asleep...
Sure enough... I dreamt about it. She came into the room and said, 'Look what I have for you.' ... I could see a girl peaking out of her pants... There turned out to be a few pretty girls, and that one gorgeous girl from my past, and then the underwear gnomes were there helping her get everybody out of her pants. Enter retarded/special olympics Cartman. Now I think that this relates to the new south park we saw last night... Cartman was trying to be the best at getting the pretty girls and had already succeeding in convincing them that he was the cutest retarded kid... they were on him like he was a little puppy or something. I was like this is bullshit... I basically grabbed that girl from my past and said, 'You didn't see him.' ... It was kinda like she didn't remember me at first, but it all came back to her and it was good. Like I had rescued her from the prison of Christine's pants... I don't remember much past that... Of course I have my hopes for what happened from that point in the present of my dream, but my hopes always seem to be as retard as special olympics Cartman.
That's it... It's been a while since I had the chance to enjoy a dream or was able to really remember the funnier dreams. I think it started out funny, and then it went serious like my life. Hehe. There is a time and place for each.