Most Bizzarre Dream...of the week
Mar. 24th, 2007 06:44 amI was Harry Potter. Not the actor, the actual boy wizard. It was a very special night: prom, super bowl, and the premiere of the next Harry Potter movie. And I couldn't get a date to any of them. So I'm staying at this house with some random adults, sulking that I don't have a date to any of these events, and the doorbell rings. It's my mother, coming to take me out. Mind you, I've never met her before, so you'd think we'd talk about long lost relative stuff, but we just kinda shoot the shit. She takes me to a bar to watch the super bowl, and they only serve beer, so I order a Magic Hat, even though I hate beer. We had been running late and used some magic to get there, but once we were there we didn't use any more magic. We were the only wizards. Anyway, some asshole on the bench next to me (no tables, just benches) drank all my beer while I was in the bathroom, so I complained to the bartender. He wouldn't do anything about it, so I got in a huge fight with him and left. Mom and I decided to go to prom instead. It was fun, but the whole time I was bummed that I was missing the movie premiere. Weird...
Then in the next dream, I was Courtney Cox. I was married to Matthew Perry, and Lisa Kudrow worked at our local airport. I had to go to Spain and back in a day, so we went to Lisa to book something. There were no planes, but there was a flying bus, so I took that. Matthew didn't come. That is the third really weird airport dream I've had lately. The other two were just dreams where I randomly showed up at the airport without tickets to anywhere and try to get a flight to a vacation that is completely spur of the moment. I usually get tickets, but the dream always ends before I'm on the plane. Have at it, Freud.
Now that I've written these down, let's see if I can get back to sleep. It's eeeeearly.
Peace.
Then in the next dream, I was Courtney Cox. I was married to Matthew Perry, and Lisa Kudrow worked at our local airport. I had to go to Spain and back in a day, so we went to Lisa to book something. There were no planes, but there was a flying bus, so I took that. Matthew didn't come. That is the third really weird airport dream I've had lately. The other two were just dreams where I randomly showed up at the airport without tickets to anywhere and try to get a flight to a vacation that is completely spur of the moment. I usually get tickets, but the dream always ends before I'm on the plane. Have at it, Freud.
Now that I've written these down, let's see if I can get back to sleep. It's eeeeearly.
Peace.