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May. 22nd, 2006 11:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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ivy03 or anything, but I had the following dreams last night:
The first involved me being the bathroom in a towel brushing my wet hair after a shower when a woman showed up with two guys to see the apartment. Lisa-roommate tried to fend them off but they went looking anyway. I tromped out, pissed like you wouldn't believe, and the broker went into the bathroom after me as if nothing was amiss about her showing up unannounced with two guys while I was starkers. I tracked down one guy who was in what I knew to be my room despite it being a) cavernously huge, b) empty, and c) wall-to-wall carpeted. I asked him who this realtor through she was doing this, and his response was "She isn't a realtor. She's my friend's doctor. She just had to use the toilet."
The second dream consisted of me looking very excitedly in a guest book for a party we threw and finding Jon Stewart's name there, which meant he was my father. To prove this, I draggedviridian to Wal-Mart and forced her to wait while I scanned wooden pegs loaded with puka-shell necklaces until I found the perfect strand of midnight blue-dyed shell, which somehow confirmed my belief in my Daily Show paternity.
ivy03 or anything, but I had the following dreams last night:The first involved me being the bathroom in a towel brushing my wet hair after a shower when a woman showed up with two guys to see the apartment. Lisa-roommate tried to fend them off but they went looking anyway. I tromped out, pissed like you wouldn't believe, and the broker went into the bathroom after me as if nothing was amiss about her showing up unannounced with two guys while I was starkers. I tracked down one guy who was in what I knew to be my room despite it being a) cavernously huge, b) empty, and c) wall-to-wall carpeted. I asked him who this realtor through she was doing this, and his response was "She isn't a realtor. She's my friend's doctor. She just had to use the toilet."
The second dream consisted of me looking very excitedly in a guest book for a party we threw and finding Jon Stewart's name there, which meant he was my father. To prove this, I dragged
viridian to Wal-Mart and forced her to wait while I scanned wooden pegs loaded with puka-shell necklaces until I found the perfect strand of midnight blue-dyed shell, which somehow confirmed my belief in my Daily Show paternity.
