February 22, 2011

i wish i was awake- for real tho

dear change in my pocket diary,

what do; david duchovny, drew carey, guitars. mushrooms, tall trees, beautiful grass- have in common? they were all in my dream last night. hanging out with those two dudes- so cool. being one of the guys- pretty fucking awesome. either they were unknowns or i was somebody cuz nobody was special in my dream- i mean i wasn't beggin for an autograph- and neither were they- for that matter. just shootin the shit and laughing. i dunno, if you're gunna dream, you might as well dream big. i used to dream about president bill clinton allot. i had a major crush on him for a minute- till the whole monica ordeal. i had a dream only ONCE about george W. and it was more about a nightmare than an actual dream. i think my psyche knows better than to dream about obama- because he looks just like my brother- except a few shades darker. the smile on my face this morning is ear to ear. i feel stupid when i wake up like this. ima go back to bed and see if there is a part two.