n.
1. A series of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations occurring involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep.
2. A daydream, a reverie.
3. A state of abstraction, a trance.
We begin in a nicely furnished warehouse. I think I'm an evil person with a bunch of my lackeys. I decide to hold the meeting in the bathroom. While we're in there, we look in the toilet. Lo and behold, we find some crystal sticks. There's three of them. I'm excited, because they're supposed to be really powerful or something. Then, one of my lackeys cuts his hand on them. He screams like a bird, CAAAAAW!, and flies away. I think it's cool so I do the same.
Then we switch scences, for, I am now a good person.
I work in this office and wear a suit, but I have no idea what I am (I'm sure my dream person does, but I don't). But that isn't important, because I am a superhero. I'm in the elevator, and this guy walks in. He's a Brad Pitt - Ryan Phillipe look alike. I decide that he will be my sidekick.
Then.
I realize that someone has stolen the crystal sticks that I have, not so cleverly, hid in a warehouse toilet. So, I decide to round up all my pokeballs, and go to the warehouse (with Mr. Hot Sidekick) and kick, ironically, my own butt.
By the way, my favorite pokemon was a short Osama Bin Laden guy, but a lot shorter, and shrively, that only wore a loincloth and a turban.
I'm in the warehouse, looking around, and to my dismay, I've found that my Osama pokemon was a spy for the evil me! So the evil me and the good me end up in the same warehouse. We're going to have a pokemon fight!
So, basically, we end up throwing pokeballs at each other. The good me knocked out one of the bad me's lackeys (an old grandmother). Then my mom woke me up. So I never got to finish my dream. How sad.
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Hooker Parents at Walgreens
Um. This one's a bit awkward.
My parents in this dream are middle aged, bald headed, fat, white parents (which assuradly, I can say, they aren't). My father (in the dream!) is also a pimp, and my mother, head prostitute. I'm nowhere in this dream, just observing (really!).
So my dad owns a gigantic whorehouse in my neighborhood and he has a bunch of hookers who like to dress up like an extra on moulin rouge. My mom, being the moulin-est of them all, becomes the head hooker. They decide that it's time for another "selling".
So my "dad" piles all of the prostitues into this car. It must be sort of like those clown cars at circuses, because it's only a small lexus sedan, and at least thirty girls. Then they drive down to the ghetto-ist part of Eden Prairie. The local Walgreens.
While all these girls are trying on lipsticks and making "sex me up!" faces, my "mom" and my "dad" are trying to get customers into the store to be more interested in hookers than toilet paper and perscription medicines. It is hard.
Then my alarm clock wakes me up.
P.S. I feel forced to quotation-ize "mom" and "dad" because I feel dirty enough as it is to be even dreaming of something like this. Yucky of mighty.
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