12-02-2008, 02:13 PM
I'm one of those people who lives an entirely other life at night.
Last night, I dreamt that I ran into my ex who we'll call Douche Bag. Why? Because he is one. Anyway, I wanted all my stuff back that he had kept from when we dated. He came out of his apartment and gave me this crappy old shirt which was his to begin with. His mother had also stolen the my baby carriage from when I was a baby and I demanded that back as well. After I got all of my stuff from him, cd's, clothes, tools that he had borrowed, the carriage, I noticed he had a sign on the front of his apartment that said "baby food wanted". I guess he had knocked up some random chick and needed food for the impending arrival which is really weird given that he's a VP on Wall Street. I was wearing a blue tank top and a red sweatshirt in the dream. He offered me some homemade nachos while I was there and I spilled them down the front of my sweatshirt. The end.
Last night, I dreamt that I ran into my ex who we'll call Douche Bag. Why? Because he is one. Anyway, I wanted all my stuff back that he had kept from when we dated. He came out of his apartment and gave me this crappy old shirt which was his to begin with. His mother had also stolen the my baby carriage from when I was a baby and I demanded that back as well. After I got all of my stuff from him, cd's, clothes, tools that he had borrowed, the carriage, I noticed he had a sign on the front of his apartment that said "baby food wanted". I guess he had knocked up some random chick and needed food for the impending arrival which is really weird given that he's a VP on Wall Street. I was wearing a blue tank top and a red sweatshirt in the dream. He offered me some homemade nachos while I was there and I spilled them down the front of my sweatshirt. The end.