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Sometimes I wonder where my dreams are coming from.
Take Friday night's, for example. I ended up in a gang of about 7, initially on our way to the Guggenheim and eventually lost sight of my companions and gained new ones. A bad-assed group of superheroes (or at least, we thought ourselves as such — verdict's out on whether we actually were the good ones). We ended up needing room for the night, which happened to be behind an old, cracked white door with paint chips and wood chips flaked off—much like a bathroom door I once knew in Trinidad—with a curious pink, furry muppet spider peering from the inside. He had huge chompers and a devilish intent in his eyes. At first hesitant to let us in but he knew he wanted us to be there. And when we went in, the obvious trap awaited.
We were told we had to play a game. Each person taking a turn putting their head behind the barrel of a gun, except it wasn't Russian Roulette. Each gun was clearly going to be loaded. It was a matter of ducking reflexes. And I had none. When it came to my turn, the last before another, our hosts were shifty eyed, knowing this next sure shot was not intended for my head but for my companion who was shuffling to the bathroom. They had miscalculated this bathroom break absence. And thus Grandpa Simpson was spared.
And that just left me…
...My temple to a shotgun barrel peeking out of a hole in a china cabinet and me with my eyes closed.
I ducked. I should have been dead. When I opened them, there was a gun in the other hole of the cupboard doors. Someone had pulled a double cross, and the now opened cupboard doors revealed a dead pink Gonzo in Dr. Teeth's clothing as my would be assailant.
The next part was our band lead by Robin of the Teen Titans in an escape and my picking up my psvita and whatever else I had on me and running out the door. Who knows where Grandpa was. Who knows where my Frankenstein Girls are Strangely Sexy Frankenstein boyfriend was, who I had just kissed on the cheek as a goodbye. I only knew that I was traveling with my best girl on our way out, the same I had given two page hand-written instructions to for my ultimate resurrection should my head been blown off.
I awoke after we jumped off a cliff and spiraled to the ground below as a part of that escape.
So much madness. I've clearly been watching way too much of something.
GOOD MORNING TAY, here are your suggested topics of the day:
- Have you had any crazy dreams or any dreams lately that you'd like to share?
- Do you even remember your dreams? What's the best/worst/most insane you've ever had?
- What have you been watching way too much of as of late?
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- Here he is, the best muppet. Definitely not that real life Muppet Janice we once saw at dim sum on Saturday morning in Chinatown: