There’s nothing fucking funny about it.[That actually has nothing to do with the post that I wanted to sit down and write today, which coincidentally I ended up ripping off yesterday. I just thought that to myself while I was sitting on the V Train this morning waiting for us to take off. It was like my brain had a momentary lapse of Tourrettes Syndrome and just screamed that out. Thank God I still had control of my inner monologue. That would have been a really difficult thing to explain to the other people in the car with me. YAY]
I’ve been doing a lot of writing elsewhere these days, although not on the InterWeb. Mostly just on my laptop at work while I’m supposed to be doing work, but that’s for my boss to discover on his own time. IN the meantime, I’d love to entertain you with hilarious stories of how I’ve been gallivanting around the city saving people from tragedy and courting hot bitches on the hour. Alas, my ego is stretched so thin these days, I can’t even get up the nerve to do that shit in my dreams. For instance I had a dream last night, and the only hot and steamy courting I could get done was on the Internet. Seriously. I had a dream that I was looking at porn on the Internet.
I mean, when people (usually girls) tell me, “In Your Dreams!” it’s usually cause I just suggested something amazingly outrageous [Like I invented the question mark. Who’s with me on the joke, huh? Huh? Nobody? Fine then]. But seriously, there was one time at a graduation party in high school where I (no joke here people) stopped making out with a girl and suggested she go get her friend to come over and make out with us. That’s the kind of moment where people say to me, “In Your Dreams!” cause that’s the kind of shit that only happens in dreams. See what I’m getting at? The best stuff you can imagine is supposed to happen in your dreams. Me. Kate Moss. Motor City Bar. Alone. Naked. Chocolate Ice Cream. Shooeessss, so many shoes you wouldn’t believe. That’s the type of shit that needs to be happening in my dreams more often.
But what do I get instead now? Internet porn. WTF. Wake up to the feeling like someone punched me the in the gut and the realization that I’m lying on my stomach choking the life out of my morning wood. “Gee, I’d really like wake up every morning wrapped in a down comforter of misery!” “In Your Dreams!” “Actually, funny you should mention it…”
Ever seen the movie Waking Life? I recommend it. I also
recommend a gigantic collection of nugs for it, but it can also be done in segments stone cold sober. Anyways, it’s a very trippy movie by Richard Lankletter done using a technique called rotoscoping that gives the whole movie a very surreal feeling, as if you’re trapped in a dream, cause that’s what the main character is: trapped in a dreamlike existence that he can’t escape. But the various characters that he interacts with argue that someone can, by practicing, learn to control what happens in their dreams and take control of their dreams. I mean, maybe I was just a young, impressionable, stoner, college student when I first watched this, but I think there is some great dialogue in here and some really interesting points to consider. (and this is about as far in depth as i can go with a movie review. "big words and nice pictures. cooool")Why do I recommend it? Cause it’s a cool movie and it talks a lot about dreams and some really philosophical topics that will tickle your medulla oblongata. Check it out some time. You won’t be sorry for long...
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