My subconcious proceeds like daytime TV.

I had a least 4 dreams last night, that I can remember anyways...

1. I think my fascination with Josh Homme has finally become an obsession. I need to lay off...but I caaaaaaaan't. Anyway. I dreamed that I met him.


I had gone to MD for a visit, and Dave G., Mark L. and he were chilling at the Inner Harbor. I saw them, but saw no one around them, and thought, "maybe they're shooting a video or something?" I continued looking, but still saw no signs that anyone knew who the hell they were.

So I went up to them, and asked them if they were who I thought they were.

Of course they were.

I proceeded to become fangirly and tell them what a big fan I am, I have all their albums, even the Kyuss stuff, yaddayadda. Then I ask if I can have their autograph and start looking for a piece of paper (DWEEB!). Then Josh says, "I'll do you one better, do you have a camera?"

Magically, I pull a digicam out of my purse. It's magical because I don't own a digital camera. I hand it to him, and he starts snapping pictures. Of Dave and Mark, of me with Dave and Mark, of them doing really stupid things, etc.

Then Dave starts taking pictures of Josh and I, and Josh kisses me on the cheek. *_*

Now, I know this was a dream, but I'm still surprised that I didn't faint.

...Right. So after the picture-taking bonanza, Mark and Dave say that they're going to a party at a club in Fells' Point, and ask me if I want to go. In typical Mona fashion, I think of every excuse NOT to go. Then Josh says, "Come on, you know you want to. Do you have a favorite song of ours?"

I tell him yes and what it is.

"Okay, if you go, I'll sing it to you."

...

So, at the party, I've got my vodka and cranberry juice, and I am set. Josh has a drinkie-poo of his own, and we're sitting at a table, talking. We're enjoying each other's company (of course I am), as is evident by the smile on his face, and hand on my thigh. *_*

After a bit more talk, we mutually agree to go to a more secluded area...and we [edited for content]©.

Very pleasant dream, indeed, that was.

The other dreams were not nearly as long as the first one.


2. Next dream was not so pleasant. One of my co-workers announced that he was resigning because he had cancer.
   
   He told us via e-mail. O_o
   
   
3. Next dream. wdalphin & I went to see Pirates of the Caribbean. Afterwards, we argued about which one of us is more like Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy? It was odd. I'm pretty sure he won, though he had points off because he doesn't wear makeup.



4. Last dream...the most disturbing. I dreamed I was being drowned. It wasn't forcibly so, but I was being held. The water was warm and clear around me, but I still couldn't breathe. I was able to lift my hands and my fingertips could feel the air above the water. I could see the light, but I couldn't rise up.
   
   I forced myself to wake up out of that one.

Despite all the dreaming, I splept surprisingly well.

Oh, why the hell not?

Ramona is the #296 most common female name.
0.062% of females in the US are named Ramona.
Around 79050 US females are named Ramona!
source namestatistics.com

Mona is the #421 most common female name.
0.035% of females in the US are named Mona.
Around 44625 US females are named Mona!
source namestatistics.com

Kimball is the #1143 most common last name.
0.011% of last names in the US are Kimball.
Around 27500 US last names are Kimball!
source namestatistics.com

I think it's kind of interesting that "Mona" is less known that "Ramona." I hear of more named the former than the latter.

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This is under serious consideration as my next tattoo.



Prolly the left shoulder blade.

Any thoughts?

Whoa.

Duuuuuuuuuuuude..

From spinmistress' journal...

These people need to be hung by their fucking nuts, have slits cut into their eyeballs, and have monkeys fling rancid, maggot-infested poo directly into their mouths.

I'm sure I can think of more, but I'm too fucking mad right now.