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04:21:2002 Entry: "DREAM"
DREAM
My dreams just keep getting weirder. Last night I dreamt I was at some sort of teen hangout/fast food restaurant. I was there with Stan, and I remember seeing a friend there from high school; she was the manager of it (I think it was MacDonald's). I remember Stan was talking with her and having an argument on the way management treats its employees...it was like he was working there part time or something. I remember a lot of dark and neon colors (kinda like this journal?) and there was art, like it was partly an art exhibit too. It's really hard to explain, some of the art was sort of on the outside of houses, like my house and my neighbor's house. I remember some sort of scullpture that was an alligator and there were ants crawling up the back of the alligator and coming out its mouth. Everyone who was there, though, seemed to be arguing. There was one immature guy who was really pissing me off, so I poured a coke on him, which caused him to get even more pissed off and I don't know if he attacked me or what. There was music playing in the background, and I found it difficult to hold a conversation, so I suggested to some of the people there that we go to a different part of the building, which was sort of like a theatre. And this is the REALLY weird part (as if the previous part wasn't weird enough)...I was looking at the back of a frozen tv dinner package and there was a listing of various Drew Barrymore email addresses. I remember they were in code, like there were a bunch of ASCII characters like ÄŸφ‡ in the addresses. I also remember some of them were like Blair Witch@ or Fairy Princess@ (forgot the domain name).
Why am I dreaming about this crap? I could care less about MacDonalds and Drew Barrymore and the only frozen meals I eat are frozen Indian entrees from the health food store. I swear, I must have had someone else's dream. Somewhere in this bizarre world of ours, some Hollywood teen is wondering why the heck they dreamt about a dead cat named Vladimir, walking in a weird city with decaying houses in the winter which turns into a summertime nature sanctuary with frogs.
Oh yeah, that reminds me, I remember more. I do remember dreaming of looking in a pond and seeing lots of toads swimming in it. I wanted to dip my feet in it and be with the toads, but the water seemed really dirty. Hey, that's cool....that's more like my dreams.
Drew Barrymore's email addresses? What the...