I dreamt that I helped three guys in Grateful Dead hoodies steal a credenza.
I dreamt that I helped three guys in Grateful Dead hoodies steal a credenza.
I dreamt Mariska Hargitay was lying on a bathroom floor dying but couldn’t reach the Comet cleanser that she needed to eat to survive.
I dreamt that there were just SO many puppies.
I dreamt that I was told my recycling had to be hung in plastic bags high up in trees and someone had to stand under each one overnight until the recycling truck came. I refused, but Will Smith said that he would standunder one of mine and Matthew McConaughey said he would stand under the other.
I dreamt I was on a SoulCycle bike and I was fainting off to the side. A hand came up from behind me and steady me. I never saw her, just felt her hand and when I could look behind me I was in a dark empty room with just my bike in it.
[The fainting feeling was so real and I experienced slow blacking out in my mind.]
I dreamt that I was bungee jumping indoors at a convention center. At the end of the jump, when I was bobbing head down just above the exhibit hall floor, oxygen masks came down from the ceiling. The masks were SAT prep books.
I dreamt that I was sitting cross-legged on a sidewalk. My friend came and, with a saw, cut entirely around my concrete slab leaving it floating like a magic carpet above a dark abyss. I was fascinated by this event.