I'm sure it's really boring to hear about other people's dreams, but I officially have my first recurring dream: I find out that I missed something in high school and have to go back and complete it.
I know, I know - that's pretty boring and run-of-the-mill, but there were a few weird little side trips my mind took while trying to find my way back to school:
- Vinny Shit on the Face and I were in a 7-11, where he was trying to convince the clerk to repair his toaster oven. When the clerk refused, he threw a hissy fit and said, "Fine! You can have it, then!" He was really proud of the fact that he just tossed the toaster oven in the clerk's face. Then, when we went back into the 7-11 later, he threw another George Costanza-esque fit when the 7-11 wasn't even using the toaster oven that he gave them to heat up their chocolate chip cookies. How dare they!
- Apparently, I got to school in a van, which someone promptly stole. As they were driving away, I read the following on the van's driver-side door: "Warning: The driver of this van is NOT a quiet eater." Weird.
Any amateur Freuds out there want to analyze? You can dare try commenting on the ever-worsening blogger or fill me in tonight at the Abbey. It's the last week of our residency, don't you know.
I know, I know - that's pretty boring and run-of-the-mill, but there were a few weird little side trips my mind took while trying to find my way back to school:
- Vinny Shit on the Face and I were in a 7-11, where he was trying to convince the clerk to repair his toaster oven. When the clerk refused, he threw a hissy fit and said, "Fine! You can have it, then!" He was really proud of the fact that he just tossed the toaster oven in the clerk's face. Then, when we went back into the 7-11 later, he threw another George Costanza-esque fit when the 7-11 wasn't even using the toaster oven that he gave them to heat up their chocolate chip cookies. How dare they!
- Apparently, I got to school in a van, which someone promptly stole. As they were driving away, I read the following on the van's driver-side door: "Warning: The driver of this van is NOT a quiet eater." Weird.
Any amateur Freuds out there want to analyze? You can dare try commenting on the ever-worsening blogger or fill me in tonight at the Abbey. It's the last week of our residency, don't you know.
3 Comments:
I'd say YOU just psychoanalyzed ME via YOUR dreams, but I think that toaster oven thing actually happened in Worcester in 1998, no?
That wasn't a toaster oven - it was a small Guatemalan boy named Sven. Other than that, exact same situation as Worcester in 98.
Sigh. Blogger - what will we ever do with you? You're incorrigible.
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