9.21.2005

Dream:
     I got a black cat. I named him Tickles. My mom came to my apartment and was putting groceries in my fridge and she was like, "Is it itchy in here, or just me?" For some reason, my allergic reaction to the cat was delayed by a day, but I had to return him. Talia had to drive me to the mall pet store, but first she wanted to stop at Barnes & Noble. Tickles peed all over the carpet, and some old lady bitched me out, even though I was cleaning it up. Serves them right for not having litterboxes available. Talia went to the cafe upstairs and was eating waffles. An hour later she wasn't ready to go, and I was like, "Dude, I'll just walk to the mall because I need to get there before they close," and her mouth was full of waffles and whipped cream so she just bugged her eyes and nodded at me.
     Then Nathan (piano teacher) and I talked a lot on AIM at really odd hours, like 4:30 am and stuff.
     Then I made plans to sponsor a child who was supposed to be born with her hand in her stomach. Dr. Cox (from
Scrubs) was the one delivering the baby. After it was born, I saw it, except it was like a 7-year-old child who could talk and stuff. And her hand wasn't in her stomach. And her parents were suburban. I needed to go to the mall yet again so I could cancel my sponsorship. I wandered into a department store shoe clearance area, and was trying lots of pairs on, but didn't buy anything. Allen was one of the salespeople in the department store, and he was happy to see me. By the time I got everything straightened out, it was dark and I had to walk home all the way from the mall. I ran into Eve (lady from work) and she gave me a ride in her huge green Murano.

1 comment:

Taaalia said...

Yeah. Shoving waffles into my mouth totally sounds like something I'd do. Definitely.

Just the fact that the cat's name was Tickles makes me think of that one Joel episode of MST3k where he creates the Tickle Bazooka.

I'm sad and in need of a life.