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So I had this dream the other day...
Mar. 27th, 2006 12:52 pmI was asleep on my vanpool and I dreamed that I was still in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shawnj's car (he picks my dad and I up in the mornings, they ride in the front, I'm in back). I'm not sure if I was trying to open the door or fasten/unfasten my seat belt, but I was doing something 'cuz I swear I could feel my right hand moving in my sleep.
Anyway. In my dream, I say toshawnj, "I can't grab it...I keep trying but it keeps going thru my hand. I think I might be dreaming, but I'm not sure."
shawnj: "Wow. That's weird. Are you sure you're dreaming?"
Me: "Well, I'm not sure. But I think so. I mean, why does stuff keep going thru my hand? I think I am dreaming."
shawnj: "Okay. Well, try this. See if you can go sleep and maybe you'll wake up where you're supposed to be."
Me: *thinking that this sounds like a perfectly logical idea* "I'll give it a try."
So, I go back to sleep. And I "wake up" in the van. But Cheech Marin is sitting in one of the seats. He has the big fuzzy catepillar 'tache and EVERYTHING.
O.O
And I remember thinking specifically, "Dude. CHEECH rides my van pool. I've gotta post this on my LJ. Siriusly."
And then I woke up for real.
OH. TAY.
(Why can't I have more dreams like the one I had last night where RupieG calls me on my cell phone and wants to make dirty talk but is thoroughly ehm-bare-assed about it, so he keeps saying 'um...well...yeah...right...yeah?' Huh? Why?!)
shawnj's car (he picks my dad and I up in the mornings, they ride in the front, I'm in back). I'm not sure if I was trying to open the door or fasten/unfasten my seat belt, but I was doing something 'cuz I swear I could feel my right hand moving in my sleep.Anyway. In my dream, I say to
shawnj, "I can't grab it...I keep trying but it keeps going thru my hand. I think I might be dreaming, but I'm not sure."shawnj: "Wow. That's weird. Are you sure you're dreaming?"Me: "Well, I'm not sure. But I think so. I mean, why does stuff keep going thru my hand? I think I am dreaming."
shawnj: "Okay. Well, try this. See if you can go sleep and maybe you'll wake up where you're supposed to be."Me: *thinking that this sounds like a perfectly logical idea* "I'll give it a try."
So, I go back to sleep. And I "wake up" in the van. But Cheech Marin is sitting in one of the seats. He has the big fuzzy catepillar 'tache and EVERYTHING.
O.O
And I remember thinking specifically, "Dude. CHEECH rides my van pool. I've gotta post this on my LJ. Siriusly."
And then I woke up for real.
OH. TAY.
(Why can't I have more dreams like the one I had last night where RupieG calls me on my cell phone and wants to make dirty talk but is thoroughly ehm-bare-assed about it, so he keeps saying 'um...well...yeah...right...yeah?' Huh? Why?!)
