Hung-over pissing and moaning, and a really screwed up dream I had

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...and a good morn to arturo and Tiki, who I see are up bright and early on this beautiful, Winter Wonderland-esque (at least here in west Minnesota) Saturday morning. I drank too much last night, and I feel like a happy little family of cats took a happy little piss in my mouth. But even to this cloud, there is a silver (or at least silver-plated stainless) lining; went to the best diner in the world, which, happily, is four blocks from my front door (hey, baby, that's Morris, it's all four blocks from my front door) and had the Original Three Dollar Hangover Remedy, which consists of a a $.70 cup of coffee strong enough to burn the hair off your...well, wherever you have hair...and a $1.95 plate of hashbrowns that's as big as your head. Small town living, baby. So I don't quite feel as steamrolled now as I did two hours ago, which is well and good. And blah blah blah I have nothing of any relevence to say and so I fill up the Internet with this crap. Kissez, y'all.

-pd

Oh, yeah, and I had a really cracked-out dream last night, now that I think of it, and I actually remember a lot of it, which I usually don't, especially now that I've been up for almost two and a half hours. First, I was walking around campus, but it was a really wild, weedy part that doesn't really exist, even though in my dream it was behind Blakely Hall, which does exist. I came up on a four-foot tall lilac (why?), and these really somber-looking but otherwise ordinary groundskeepers told me that I couldn't touch it (one of them told me why, but I don't remember). Then I was in some weird, equally nonexistant subbasement of Blakely, with three Zen monks in light blue robes (I think with Oriental dragons on the bottom?), a very shaggy cat with white fur with black roots who jumped up and sat on my lap, and a baby with some weirdass toy(?), whom I was reading to. I think there was a girl sitting next to me, but I'm not sure. I get the feeling that the basement was the domain of a coven of witches for some reason, even though there were no witches in my dream. Does anyone understand a word of this shit?

-pd

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later in the evening

Yeah, I did try to sleep thru the worst of it...woke up the first time at 5am, stuck a finger down my gullet to expel the ghost of Jim Beam, dry-swallowed some tylenol and went back to bed. For the record, Jim Beam is Bad Idea in a bottle.

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drunken dreaming

i dunno abou other ppl but i kno that i always have far more vivid dreams after a good few drinks. i dunno if ive ever dreamt about 4 ft lilacs and zen monks tho...

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lilac and monks

the newest pratchett book to be out in paperback (night watch) has lilacs and monks galore (which is pretty unusual, even for an annoyingly addictive discworld book). i'm reading it now. but i dreamt about stuff too weird to recall. (only remember it well enough to remember it was weird.)

anyway, have u read that lately?



Dreaming of the Blue Hawaiian Diner...

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good books/weird dreams

Never have read discworld, actually. Keep sayin I'm gonna. I did just finish Neverwhere tho, which my roommate says probably has a lot to do with it...

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re: drunky dreamy

Really? I never dream when I'm drunk. I'll have weird dreams if I go to bed stoned, but usually not if I've been drinkin. Oddity, oddity...

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