Last night, was kinda weird.
Not the actual night part, since that was mostly dark with small patches of light sprinkled rather distantly about, but the part where my subconcious takes over. You see, my slumber was full of nightmares.
Oh, no, it's ok. They weren't mine.
See, that's the weird part. i'm fairly sure that i was in other people's nightmares. i wasn't the feature player, either. As best i can figure, i was just an extra. You know, the guy that gets cotton candy before you and is gone before yours explodes into spiders. i was the guy sitting next to you handing you the exam right before you realized you were naked and hadn't studied. (Yes, i was annoyed at you since i was fully clothed and had, you naked slacker, you.)
In some respects, it was more annoying than actually scary. More a case of just trying to enjoy a nice cup of tea when your freshly vivisected spleen went skittering across the table. i mean, sure i probably could have helped save you from that chain saw wielding pack of demonic ferrets, but by the time i saw them, they were onto you and i was off to be one of the faceless throng of folks dancing the Macarena while a near constant stream of clowns recited tax code. (Yeah, i'm not really sure i understood that one either.)
Oddly, that does seem to be a role i find myself in quite a bit, at least nocturnally. Some of my most memorable dreams are always where i'm not exactly the guy in the spotlight. All i can think of is that my name somehow got on the casting list in the Land of Nod.
i wonder if i get residuals?
I thought the guy sitting between Jerry Falwell and Carrot Top on the tenure committee looked familiar.
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