DON’T DREAM IT, BE IT

[defrog]

Three nights sleeping on the floor = three bizarre yet lucid dreams.

NIGHT 1: I end up back in the US Army (a recurring nightmare of mine) for some reason. It’s ten minutes before first formation and I realize that I haven’t shaved my beard off yet. I bum a razor and shaving ream from someone and start hacking away.

NIGHT 2: I’m helping bedsitter23 move some equipment into a recording studio and somehow end up standing in for Jonny Greenwood in a Radiohead recording session. The producer is not impressed with my guitar playing, nor with my excuse that the only guitar pick I have is covered in cotton balls.

NIGHT 3: I discover a cabaret club next to my office complex and end up in a torrid, obsessive affair with Anita Mui, who it turns out is not dead after all and faked her death to start the club. The bridal unit doesn’t suspect until she finds some suspicious-looking Anita Mui CDs in my backpack.

At this rate, I may have to toss out our bed. This kicks Second Life’s ass all over downtown.

Dream baby,

This is dF

BONUS TRACK: In more or less unrelated news, happy belated birthdays to bedsitter23, stacyjill, wickedsin, jreynolds, and anyone else whose birthday I missed this month. And a happy one in advance to bluesgirly in case I forget later (which I will).

Comments

[thelastaerie.livejournal.com]

Night 3: it sounds like you're starring a new version of "Lili Marleen" with Anita Mui there :)

[def-fr0g-42.livejournal.com]

There are worse things to be starring in. Like a remake of Red Dawn.