I had a dream/nightmare last night and it was so completely odd that I feel the need to share with whoever it is that reads this:
My car got stolen and I am completely stressed out and somehow magically transported to the end of the street on which I grew up...and it's nighttime...and I somehow have to walk to wherever my destination is.
Suddenly all of my old neighbors are at the "bus stop" aka end of the street on which I grew up. And here I am all stressed because I have to somehow walk to this undisclosed destination...and the ta daaa...my knight in shining armor shows up to help.
Carrot Top...on stilts...dressed as a clown.
In my brain, that is my knight in shining armor.
No, I don't do drugs.
What neuron in my brain decided that would be a good thing to dream about?
He walked with me...on his stilts...to a taping of a show where we ate craft services on a picnic table and I woke up before I could talk him into buying me a car.
As if Carrot Top is not scary enough on his own...add stilts...and a clown costume.
I need therapy.
My car got stolen and I am completely stressed out and somehow magically transported to the end of the street on which I grew up...and it's nighttime...and I somehow have to walk to wherever my destination is.
Suddenly all of my old neighbors are at the "bus stop" aka end of the street on which I grew up. And here I am all stressed because I have to somehow walk to this undisclosed destination...and the ta daaa...my knight in shining armor shows up to help.
Carrot Top...on stilts...dressed as a clown.
In my brain, that is my knight in shining armor.
No, I don't do drugs.
What neuron in my brain decided that would be a good thing to dream about?
He walked with me...on his stilts...to a taping of a show where we ate craft services on a picnic table and I woke up before I could talk him into buying me a car.
As if Carrot Top is not scary enough on his own...add stilts...and a clown costume.
I need therapy.
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