So I went out last night, obtained moderate drunkeness, and returned home around one in the morning. I prepared myself a heaping batch of tacos, and devoured them before getting some shut-eye. Tacos and alcohol are fuel for weird dreams, apparently.
One that I can remember involved Samira living in the same town as I, and we got together for a night of drunken good-times. I also lived in an apartment with walls made of nothing but glass, but save the psych eval's till the end, please.
In my dreams, Samira looks just like Mr Winky, only feminine and about eight feet tall. My pals were stunned. She would fade in and out of an animated state, and by animated I mean like a cartoon, not manic. She would drink straight from a huge jug of peach brandy, but none of this is the really disturbing part.
She had a pet rat that would not stop biting me, but she didn't care. She'd just cackle madly as I asked her to remove the rodent, which was about knee high and walked on it's hind-legs. It also wore a monacle; the sophisticated little *******.
Long story short, she invited her gang of cronies over and they smashed my glass house. The end.
This thread brought to you by my obvious Bahstahn envy and the letter "G". Later in the night I dreamt I had a dune buggy that would travel so fast that I would hang out the back of it with a white knuckle grip on the steering wheel, my feet flailing behind. I also dreamt of robbing a co-op.