Dreamlog 02.01.05
Oh Jayzus. Where do I begin.
So for whatever reason, I’m at this party. Not just any house party, but a fraternity party.
Back on campus at my alma mater. It must be Founder’s day or something and the Frat has decided to give props to my sorority by hosting the beer bust.
I am flirting with a dark skinned tall gentleman that has lashes longer than Highway 280.
He likes me and holds my hand as he walks me through crowds.
I’m talking to the young gals. One gal sits at a desk and draws a picture with crayons.
She scans it into what looks like a IMac monitor that has a thin port for inserting paper.
The image is instantly scanned in and shows up on the monitor and becomes part of a rotating desktop.
It says “I love my sisters. We R FaMiLyZoRz!”
Geeky and cute. There are pochaco toys on the edge of the monitor and as the mousepad.
I am stunned. I think about the cheesy presentations I put together at Angel Hall pulling serial all nighters for the sorority back in 1996 and gasp into giggles.
At one point, I have to give a speech or something.
This huge guy…and I mean huge…like Samoan Huge… is wearing a teeshirt with a bull on the front of it and the word’s “NO SHIT” on the back. I notice that there’s a URL on the back and say “DUDE! How do you know James Mcnally?!” He rolls his eyes and mumbles under his breath.
And then I wake up and wonder if I’m drinking too much coffee these days.
Such total weirdness.
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