Last night (this morning between alarms, really) I had the strangest dreams.
In one of them, I was being escorted around Japan on a tour with, of all people, Dick Cheney. The truly weird part of it was that he was quite personable. A really nice guy, that Dick Cheney. That, and one of the famous mountains we were shown on our tour was described as "looks like a butt." It did not, according to my limited understanding of human anatomy, look like a butt at all.
In the second dream, I was at some kind of roadside restaurant which had a cafe section and also a "first class" section. Tom Waits was the bartender/clerk in the cafe section. We weren't allowed in the first class section, so I had to buy some sort of "combination pill/chocolate" which would somehow meld me with my buddy who was with me on the trip ... the Geico gecko. Why we had to meld is beyond me. At some point, bardender extraordinaire Tom Waits informed me that I'd better buy something and pay up (with a 500円 coin no less) and get out before loitering any longer. We did just that and somehow I think (without ever having taken the melding chocolate pill) I was back on tour with Dick Cheney ... in the jungle.
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Dude, that's a totally awesome f'ed up dream! Reminds me of your famous Mr. Chicken encounter, stories of which BTW still entertain co-workers now and then. :-)
Heh--saw Harold and Kumar last evening. I can see why you thought it was a great movie to see in an, um, altered state of mind... It also somehow reminded me of a really long f'ed up dream.
Posted by: jansen | February 10, 2005 10:15 AM