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Posted July 28, 2005 at 08:23:00 AM by Bean
Like everybody's favorite sweatpants nazi, I have decided to blog a blog about a dream that is sticking in my head particularly well this morning.

[swirly blurry dream sequence fade-in]

I'm at work, about to wrap up, and I decide to stroll to the room next door, which just so happens to be inhabited by a sickly, middle aged-couple. I get into a long conversation about water purity and different kinds of water and water filtering systems. In particular, we discuss the various models of Brita pitchers available and wonder if there's any difference between them. I get a weird feeling that the lady is terminally ill, and so I feel obligated to stay and talk a little more. Eventually, I leave and as I get outside, I realize it is 6:30! Wow... spent 2 hours talking to them, and now I'm late for racketball. I rush home (which is actually my parents old home) and get there just as my cousin Brad (mothereffer) is trying to parallel park right up between our mailbox and a tree. He, of course, hits the mailbox and has to call the cops. Eventually we get on our way, but as we are going, I notice that my dad is driving, not me, and that Brad is not in there, and that we aren't going to play racketball. Instead, we have fishing gear and are heading to an old lake my dad knows about. I have made arrangements for my elementary school friend and PBA bowler Mike Wolfe to come along, but we forgot him! We are driving around some old country roads trying to find him and eventually, we see his truck, and he hops out of it and into ours. I, for some reason, am riding in the bed of the truck. We eventually get to the "lake" which is really an old building that apparently has a big pond inside it. As we try to get inside, we are met by a bunch of mexicans who are in the process of turning the old building into a haunted house. We go inside, and it is moderately scary, but still very much under construction. They are using those big foam foundation blocks to make the walls. We all sit there for a while because they wont let us go into the room where the pond is. For some reason, they decide to just let me go in, so I do. I get in there and find that the "pond" is really a swimming pool. For some reason, this doesn't surprise me, but the fact that it has recently been cleaned does. Apparently, I knew all along that it was a pool, but last time I was here it was all murky and full of fish. And what do ya know... as I look closer, there are still fish in there! I drop in a line and try to float it over to a fish, since I can clearly see through the water. Craig Martini walks up and tells me that there aren't any fish in there, and I point at the big one that has my bait in it's mouth. Holy crap, my bait's in it's mouth! I yank the string and it barely hooks the lip of this big, monstrous-looking fish, which is entirely too big for my to lift out of the water. Craig and I look at each other wide-eyed, then the fish tells me that he only bit my bait because he wanted somebody to talk to.

[swirly blurry dream sequence fade-out]

Then I woke up as Stef was cussin up a storm because the freezer door was open all night.
Stef (July 28, 2005 at 02:56:20 PM):
Well, the shits was all thawin' out everywhere!!
GOSH! What would you do in a situation like that?
TP (July 28, 2005 at 04:44:35 PM):
I woulda killed bean in the face wif a glock for dreaming aboot marty while shits was athawin.
Bleach n Sheets (July 28, 2005 at 07:04:18 PM):
Good retelling. Seriously, I can never stay focused enought to get it all down. Why did I "of course" hit the mailbox?
Bean (July 29, 2005 at 09:14:35 AM):
Haha... the "of course" was part of the dream, as in, in the dream I expected it. I bet it's because of that time you rode my brothers moped and ran into the truck cause you though the horn was the brakes.

Craig (July 31, 2005 at 07:27:47 PM):
I love you, Bean!
Anonymous (August 01, 2005 at 03:52:52 PM):
That's fuckin' hilarious!
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