Hey, I know I've been posting a lot lately, but this is good stuff. I have been having crazy dreams, most of them featuring Phonecians. One of them showcased Sam T. Remember when we did that photo shoot for your resume head shot? Well in this dream you were in a real live pro photo shoot. You kept having to change into hilariously high fashion outfits and you had a shit load of high fashion demands. For one, you kept insisting that there were supposed to be deadly animals in the shoot, and you were really pissed that they didn't get the cobras you had requested. Lol, also you wanted mountain water from Nepal that had to be carried down from by a sherpa on a yak. You said this in a little kid, whiney voice for some reason, which was priceless.
The other one, which I will never ever be able to fully translate into words because it was so batshit was about Alex Ticu. I had flown to some seemingly South American country to visit you. I wish that I could discribe this city that we were in, it was like an old timey Amazon city carved out of the jungle, on mushrooms (the drug not the actual fungus). The buildings were like campus buildings but reddish and slightly decomposing and covered with a thin layer of moss. Everything was extremely tall. We were walking around and we went into the back door of your house. There were a lot of people there, all wearing silly things. There was a lot of tension in the house about something and everyone was acting really weird. Like, just not reacting in reasonable ways to eachother. It was odd. So we left to walk around this place and there was sort of a fade in the dream to us walking back to the front of the place . I was still carrying all of my luggage and a huge stuffed Peter Rabbit. As we got to the place I saw that it was an insane asylum. You looked at me and said something to the effect of "oh, by the way, I live at an insane asylum." Very matter of fact. It wasn't like you were crazy or committed or anything, you just decided to live there, and it didn't really phase me for some reason. So we're about to go in and this guy in a red velvet jacket and a sort of sensible mad hatter hat with a gigante handlebar mustache (sort of ringmaster meets fear and loathing) comes over and you get really nervous. You tell me he's basically the mayor. He comes over and welcomes me to the city and tells me I have to join his party (political) right away. I ask if I can put down the Peter Rabbit. That's where I wake up.
Apparantly you guys have been on the brain. Miss you Phoenix. Can't wait to get back.
2 comments:
I think we should actually look for Ticu's insane asylum. It sounds like a place I might want to live. Also, that photo shoot actually happened. My new wardrobe might be the surprise of the year.
i had a dream with sam titze in it the other night also. he was in the dawkins room playing with the rats that had gotten unusually large. he shot me a look that told me i'd best keep moving. thats all i remember.
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