Over the last few months I’ve written down some of my dreams that flutter from behind my eyelids. Here are a few:
- Matrix “Burly Brawl” style fight where I take on dozens and dozens of balloon people.
- High school anti drug church function featuring skateboarding and a Silent Hill themed bathroom.
- Very fast party boat that turned into an inflatable mattress that dropped me off at a swanky lake house.
- Drawing artwork on a whiteboard.
- Getting caught stealing from a coke machine, but Dwight from the Office was blamed immediately, even though my arm was stuck in the machine. Doubly funny because I’ve never watched The Office.
- Sparring with someone and watching them die of exhaustion.
- I was buying photography equipment. Oh, wait.
- I was so fantastically wealthy I was tipping people with large carat diamonds.
- Work relocated all of us to a disused prison and our cubicles were in cells. Still trying to figure that one out.
- Rescuing someone from a pelican, in between eating chicken tenders, while wearing no pants.