The best days are the ones where your hair looks kick ass and you’re all “BAM! Get at me boys.”
The Rolling Stones right now are tres parfait and this plaid shirt could not be more comfortable. I also told myself I was going to look over those anatomy notes considering I have an exam on Monday on all of the muscles in the body but we all know real well that that was not going to happen. Instead, I conducted a beautiful salad for dins and watched reruns of Fresh Prince of Bel Air – if one can even “conduct” a salad. I don’t even think “conduct” was the word I was looking for but I’m far too sleepy to rack my brain for another.
Can we just pause and enjoy Sympathy for the Devil for a second? Those maracas – mmm! Too good, too good.
*Round of applause*
Shake away gentlemen. Shake away my thoughts so I can sleep tonight and not have cuh-razay dreams again.
Last night/early this morning I dreamt that I was in a state of intoxication under marijuana (I was stoned) and I was lying in my bed and everything in my room was the same, except my blinds were open and I could see the window.
On the window there was a long, squiggly thing that looked like a worm but then started to shape into this tiny lizard that was purple, yellow and blue. Bizarre, right? Totally.
It was a real quick bugger too, scurrying across that window and onto my walls and then on my bed sheets and suddenly it was just lost in my bed sheets. That kind of freaked me out, I suppose because I was so high and I’m not a fan of tiny things that crawl faster than I could catch them.
Also, just a side note, there was never a point in my dream when I was smoking a bowl or lighting a joint. I just opened my eyes and my head was all cloudy and everything felt like – well if you’ve been under the influence you know there’s no definite way to describe it. But that’s exactly how I felt in my dream, it was the strangest of strange things!
Than all of a sudden I was hearing music and people talking and my sister walked into the bathroom like it was no big deal, when I had just dropped her off at the GO Station to go home over an hour ago. This is where I started to panic – don’t make fun of me, it’s really not cool when random strangers are in your house and you’re high and you start thinking they’re going to come kill you.
Add onto that the fact that there’s a colourful lizard running around my room and in my bed.
I’m not about that creepy-crawly life.
All I really remember is being completely freaked out, not quite enjoying the state I was in. I kept blinking my eyes, trying to wake myself up because that usually works but it wasn’t this time. Everything was the same but there was a lizard in my bed and people in my house laughing and Lord knows what else. I probably blinked about a hundred-billion times before I finally woke up.
You know that state you’re in when you open your eyes for the first time after a nightmare? That was me.
You look around for a little bit, still slightly nervous of freaking everything. I couldn’t even tell if I was in “real life” again, you know? Because everything was exactly the same in my dream. I even reached for my iPhone and started Googling purple, blue, yellow lizards because I was so confused what the meaning of that was supposed to be.
No cigar though my friends.
Alas, here I am still wondering what the heck that dream was and Nineteenth Nervous Breakdown is coming to an end.