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Tuesday, December 06, 2005
  hhmmm...
... i'm out of my bed, out of my room, i open the door that separates the bedrooms from the rest of the house... she gets in, i get out.

I'm in the living room, i look at the coffee table, and there it is: my jotter

I'm in some kind of auditorium, i think i'm with this girl i met the other day though i can't quite remember.

It's a concert, the arcade fire is playing tonight.

The music starts. (press play)


[wake up/the arcade fire/funeral]

... i love this song.

I get hungry, so i walk to the hot dog stand (funny, there's a hot dog stand in the auditorium). .. the line is extremely long, but surpisingly fast.

-two hot dogs please...

They're handed to me by the hot dog lady, i turn to the "extra ingredient" table (or however you may call it... the one with the ketchup and stuff for your hot dog) and the line is as long, or even longer, than the one i'd done before.

-wait a minute- i say to myself- i'm not that hungry... why did i order two hot dogs?... excuse me lady- i say to the hot dog lady-, can i give one of my hot dogs away?

-NO!! you must eat them both!

I put some ketchup and mustard on my hotdogs (whatever happened to the long line? i dunno), i walk back to my seat, give one of my hot dogs to my cousin oliver and he just chugs it in his mouth and eats it with one bite... just don't tell the hot dog lady.

The arcade fire is still playing that song... i love this song.

I'm at an airport, don't know which one (the same song is playing as background music... just so you know), i'm just about to exit and i realize i don't have my jotter with me. It's my favorite pen in the world, i always keep it in my coat, but now it's gone.

SHIT!!, now i remember, i forgot it on the little table beside the chair i was waiting in (but why would i be waiting at the airport if i'm on my way out? i dunno).

I'm on my way to look for my pen and i'm thinking- dammit!! it's not gonna be there... i hate losing my pen!!- i'm at the stairway and then...

I'm out of my bed, out of my room, i open the door that separates the bedrooms from the rest of the house, i let my dog in, because she's been bitchin' to get in the bedroom... she gets in, i get out.

I'm in the living room, i look at the coffee table, and there it is: my jotter.

... and i usually never remember what i dream.
 
Comments:
nice blog good work,keep bloggin
 
wackodreams
 
"Our mother should've just named you Laika..."

saludOs*!
 
You should tell the one about the naked fat chick with the jar of mayonnaise.... shnoogans
 
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