i am...not sparticus...
the other night i dreamed that i was oprah.
well, ok, it was more like i was dreaming from oprah's perspective, but that's pretty much the same thing. so oprah's walking through this neighborhood that looks like it's been designed by a gingerbread person and she sees these two little kids (maybe 5 and 3 years old) beating the snot out of each other. she's already upset and disoriented (because a) she doesn't know where she is and b) something about an arranged marriage that she doesn't want to be involved in) so this sight disturbs her. she breaks up their fight and decides that she should take note of their address because she has a suspicion that they're being abused. so she starts walking away and turns the corner and goes into the woods and then the two little kids and their psycho father start chasing her and kidnap her.
the best part about this dream? the father's name is "pussy gaver."
o.O
well, ok, it was more like i was dreaming from oprah's perspective, but that's pretty much the same thing. so oprah's walking through this neighborhood that looks like it's been designed by a gingerbread person and she sees these two little kids (maybe 5 and 3 years old) beating the snot out of each other. she's already upset and disoriented (because a) she doesn't know where she is and b) something about an arranged marriage that she doesn't want to be involved in) so this sight disturbs her. she breaks up their fight and decides that she should take note of their address because she has a suspicion that they're being abused. so she starts walking away and turns the corner and goes into the woods and then the two little kids and their psycho father start chasing her and kidnap her.
the best part about this dream? the father's name is "pussy gaver."
o.O
posted by g | 8:15 AM
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