I just got an instant message from a girl I know who lives in New York, and she said she wanted to let me know she had a dream about me. The dream was that I was in New York with her, but my hair was purple, and that as she was showing me the Empire State Building...I turned all rubbery like "Strech Armstrong". Then she woke up.
What is the matter with this world?
What do you mean? It's a dream. Those are supposed to be weird.
The other night I had a dream where the second coming of Jesus occurred. Only he wasn't carrying a flaming sword. He was carrying a flaming acoustic guitar. Then he flew towards the ground and slammed into it and there was a huge shockwave and I think I converted right at the last moment so everything was cool.
The moral of this story is that yes dreams are f**king weird.