going for the gold
i don’t remember sleeping too much last night, but apparently i was able to enter REM stage since i vividly remember being in the olympics. as a swimmer. in a red, white and blue bikini. yes, bikini. and i didn’t think it was at all odd. my parents were there with their cooler of beverages, cheering me on from the sidelines. and after my swim was complete, i had to rush to the side of the pool, where they had a row of vanities set up. the next competition: make-up application. i hate to say it, but that poor russian girl was never going to win with all that blue eye shadow.
and then of course, a few nights ago my dreams were filled with an underwater auditorium with human-looking non-humans that were clearly not our allies. one turned into a blow fish at the sight of our expedition attempting to study their kind. our only defense was a special glow stick filled with an adverse substance, perhaps kryptonite, to ward off any impending confrontations with these beings. oh, and shaun the dog™ was there, too. and he could talk.
i swear i haven’t been ingesting any alternative substances before going to bed. maybe it’s the HEPA filter in our bedroom.