Doing Star Wars for the first time on Sunday.
annie linux - walking on broken drivers
Dream night of January 17th, 2012
(fragmented) dream about trying to move into a 94 dollar a month apartment that is actually my old room at 810 college street at beloit college transported to prospect park in minneapolis, but the person that lives in the (k)christian/alex/elliot apartment/room is my ex-girlfriend and her current boyfriend. in the end, the offer sounds too good to pass up for a two-room apartment and i accept bailing on my lease to move in.
(forgot what happened between)
me, a very schwarzenegger looking guy, and some hollow-cheeked middle aged woman in a nighty are in a small hotel room together in las vegas. the schwarzenegger-looking guy and i are bodyguarding this woman who is a witness to a crime. also, she is an untrustworthy recovering alcoholic. the hotel room is brightly lit by a window facing a beach. we are disappointed at the tininess of these accommodations, until a bellhop opens the door and reveals that we have a large, multi-roomed suite. the large living room has featureless pinkish walls and light beige carpeting. a tv, a small open kitchen, and a cigarette machine full of minibar stuff (i remember tiny red stripes and a plate of chicken strips) were there. i remember remembering that my mom told me never to fool with minibars. either way, schwarzenegger-guy and i knew we were in for a long night of tv and keeping an eye on this lady.
i went to the full-sized fridge in the kitchen, and looked inside expecting just ice trays and a note from the hotel. the freezer contained a half-full bag of frozen chicken breasts. the lower portion held: various condiments, a box of fat tire with only 3 beers in it, a full case of small beer sized cream brandies, and a box with half a wedding cake. schwarzenegger-guy and i went to town on the cake and watched tv while drinking the rest. our body to guard fell asleep in a chair so we hit the town.
the town looked like the lakeside sidewalk of the school of environmental studies. schwarzenegger-guy disappeared, so i went off in search of real food. i stopped at a sushi bar (a guy and a booth next to the outdoor classroom). i had to order using a very bad system involving a screen and a pointer, so i just kept clicking until i ordered enough. they brought out a cutting board sized tray with the sushi on it. paid with a stolen credit card and mumbled my way through a conversation asking for id with the card until the clerk relented. when leaving, had to leave with the tray set upon a small grey wheelbarrow with long handles as per policy. begrudgingly, i wheel it to a dirt path and shovel sashimi into my mouth.
i vaguely realize that the witness is not in the suite and is missing.
(dream ends, wake up on my couch at 8am)
i guess this is just going to be a repository for all my erotic king of the hill fan art
just got a tattoo of a duck on my chest
