Saturday, September 26, 2009

Seventh Inane Dream Entry

Currently Listening To: Walking With A Ghost by Tegan And Sara

I am really bad at this blog thing. It's been a month.

Here is my best dream from last night (I say best because it is the only one I remember):

We're in New York. Also, we're in Paris. We're at the World Trade Center/Eiffel Tower, which is currently being attacked by a mad engineer. Fortunately, superheroes R. Lee Ermey and One Of The Kids From "Toddlers and Tiaras" were there to save the day. Except the villain's plan went in to effect quicker than expected, and Toddlers & Tiaras' mom and I watched helplessly as our heroes were instantly vaporized by an enormous, super-hot fireball.

The only "meaning" behind the dream I can come up with is my innate desire to see the GI Joe movie, which showed the Eiffel Tower being attacked/destroyed.

The real culprit behind the dream was likely my excellent evening last night. Carrie (my radio-show co-host) and I went to see Yeah Yeah Yeahs at 9:30 Club, which was indescribably excellent. Toward the end, Karen O (in between deep-throating the microphone) threw a towel in to the crowd, and a group of six or so people spent the next ten or fifteen minutes fighting over it. Lolzy.

Coming home on the Metro (the beloved, eventful Red Line), we saw a guy get punched in the face. This group of guys and gals got on at Dupont Circle. They'd clearly been "out"/drinking. At the next stop, one of them heard someone on the platform talking very loudly/excitedly to his buddy, and the guy on the train pokes his head out and shouts, "Yeah, I know, right?"

The guy on the platform didn't appreciate that. He runs over to the train. At this point, he is blocked from my view by the wall of the train, so all I see is a fist come through the door and slam in to a guy's face. A different guy than the one who shouted. The fist disappears, the intercom beeps, the doors close and the train pulls away. We see them man who punched the other guy standing on the platform, beating his chest as the train goes by.

Once we got to our stop, Carrie and I went to Seven-Eleven for our post-concert tradition. She gets a slurpee, I get a Double Gulp/diabetes. I paid with a five, got a dollar and change back. Took the dollar, bought a scratch off lotto ticket. My winnings? Five dollars. This was about 1 am, so the cashier told me to come back tomorrow (now today) to redeem my prize, which I will spend on five more scratch off lotto tickets.

This is how people get addicted to gambling, right? Fantastic!