Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Scary Uncle Joe

In keeping with the political theme... somewhat:

Last night the "Nocturnal Cerebral Theatre" had me cast as Molotov at the side of Stalin. I was joyful but terrified at the same time, with the sense of hopelessness upon the realization that the only means of escape from this monolith of a madman would come from an order of death signed by his hand.

Then I woke up to the sound of Nugget attempting to vomit on Carey's head.

4 comments:

The Stash Dauber said...

one night this week i was back in high school. at the end of the dream, the female teacher (none of the teachers in the dream were anything like the ones i had in real life) handed me a note, which i knew was about my mom. in real life, of course, they would have called me down to the office.

last night i was in world war II. i shot some guy with a pistol and then ran away.

Grubbermeister said...

High school and a world war. Busy couple of nights, eh?

The Stash Dauber said...

last night i dreamed there was a guy in my house that wanted to kill ray-boy. i had to disarm him (he had a kitchen knife) and talk him out of the house. weirder and weirder.

Grubbermeister said...

What are eating before bedtime?