Friday, May 12, 2006
Dreamscapes
Last night I had a dream I was hanging out with Molliwogg and two friends in a tiny apartment. Nothing spectacular, just a quiet evening drinking with friends.
Then the doorbell rang.
I answer the door and it's Tina Turner.
She greets me with a long hug and for some reason I whisper into her ear, "I've always wanted to have sex with you." (Thing is, while I like Tina's music, I've just never thought of her in that way. Maybe during the Ike and Tina days, but for the last twenty years or so she's been that scary lady from Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome who hangs out with Rod Stewart. That and the words, "I've always wanted to have sex with you," is not something I have, or ever would, say to another human being short of Jennifer Esposito.)
Anyway, she whispers back, "That can be arranged, where's the coke?"
Despite that I've only done coke a handful of times and find it the palest of all white boy drugs, I happened to have a supply on hand - this is a dream after all. I leave Tina to cut up some Columbian with my friends and head over to the kitchen to ask Molliwogg if it's okay to have sex with Tina Turner.
Then I woke up.
I've spent most of the day trying to decided if I should be relieved that I woke up before consummating Proud Mary or feel as though I've been gypped.
Only time will tell I guess. Or a good shrink.
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