put 'em on the grass?!

I'm not convinced that anyone is reading this anymore. I think pretty much all of my blogging friends are no longer blogging. So now this is just an open diary to all people of the universe. And who better to share the details with of the dream I had last night, if not every person in the entire galaxy? Who is literate? And who has access to the Internet? And who would read boring personal blogs about people's dreams?

MY DREAM

I was in the dining room of the house where I grew up in Bloomingdale, and I crawled up to the window and peeked out at my neighbor's house and WHAT? Their yard had turned into the OCEAN, and I could see into it, into the entire thing all the way down to the bottom, because it was totally lit up by a film crew. That's right, I was lucky enough to be watching the making of a movie about papier mache-looking triceratopses attacking humans underwater during the Civil War right outside my window!!! The effects were amazing, because in addition to the papier mache triceratopses, the actors all looked like engraved drawings from the 1860s, though I can tell you that this was definitely NOT animation. The actors were just really good. And the costumes were very nice as well.

After a while, Hollywood's George Clooney joined me at the window and offered me a drink that he had mixed from my parent's bar in the back of the dining room. I looked back out the window and the ocean was dark, and George said, "of course it is they're done filming", and I felt sheepish. Then I noticed that my next door neighbors had added some really cool yard art, the best piece of which was a three-story high totem pole, which had all these human figures around the bottom that had TVs for heads. I thought this was cool and George pronounced it "very Modern."

He then went into the kitchen and I made a salad to go with what he was making, but I can't remember what it was anymore.

THE END

I would classify this dream as definitely good, borderline awesome. Though I may be overinflating its value due to the horrible nightmare I had the night before...

MY BAD DREAM

I finished The Sun Also Rises right before I went to bed, and then I dreamed that I had to kill a bunch of bulls. I wasn't fighting the bulls, though. I was just slaughtering them. I had to touch the bulls on the neck in the place where I was going to stab them, and they felt like my friend's puppy Neville, and I woke up scared and miserable and I couldn't go back to sleep.

THE END