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So, yeah.... [Jan. 29th, 2010|12:47 am]
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[Current Location |My living room]
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So I had this dream this morning that I was back in high school. David Spade was one of my classmates.  I also wound up being a pokemon trainer, as it was very big in that school. Our specialty was (apparently) fighting hot sandwiches.

Me, I  specialized in patty melts. I spent hours going through the school, having conversations with all the patty melts, trying to evaluate their level of fighting spirit. I was particularly effective at this, compared to my classmates, as I was the only one who could speak patty melt. Some sort of Doctor Dolittle thing, I don't even.

So, eventually, I found one with the right spirit, and we trained together (I think that there may have been a montage), and the day of the big competition showed up. As I was getting my fighting sandwich prepared with a last-minute conditioning round of training, Spade showed up and shoved me and my sandwich into a storage room with a sturdy door and locked us in.

I tried the door several times, and couldn't do anything. So I got clever. The door was set back in the room a little, so there were walls... sort of around the corner on each side of it. I went around to this side, and knocked a little bit to find the steel framing studs, and them smashed my way through the drywall between them, my faithful sandwich hot on my heels. I got out behind Spade, and knocked him flying with one punch (of course: it's my dream) as my patty melt chased his tuna melt down the hall.

Then the alarm went off.

I'm not eating hot tapioca pudding right before bedtime ever again. But at least I got to punch out David Spade.


[User Picture]From: sarahtoalaska
2010-01-29 10:04 am (UTC)
Alrighty then.
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[User Picture]From: cal_turner
2010-01-29 12:14 pm (UTC)
Hee! Now that was some dream. And I thought my dreams were weird! :D
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[User Picture]From: anne_d
2010-01-29 01:18 pm (UTC)
That's some dream, all right. Glad you and your sandwich survived unscathed.
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[User Picture]From: julia_here
2010-01-29 08:09 pm (UTC)
You're so lucky; I was dreaming about weeding the iris</i> oregano garden.

Julia, and smacking David Spade...bliss!
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[User Picture]From: madladyred
2010-01-30 12:07 am (UTC)

That rivals Toaster's crazy dreams. :D
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From: magnet5
2010-01-30 02:08 am (UTC)
That dream was the AWESOME!
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[User Picture]From: feefie1
2010-03-01 01:41 pm (UTC)
I love vivid dreams.
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