It’s like now I have an outlet to describe wacky dreams I have, which in itself is a little odd, since I thought I had the tendency to forget my dreams upon waking up.
But after asserting my dominance over RE5: Desperate Escape some more, last night, I had a bizarre dream. Now the details have gotten a little blurry since waking up, having my cereal, and making my coffee, while I was debating on whether or not to potentially bore others with this dream state drivel, but I vividly remember gorgeous night skies, and attempting to take pictures with them on my point-and-shoot camera, and seeing them actually come out beautifully, but then it got weirder when I went to a friend’s house when it was warm and nice outside, and when I was about to leave, it was beginning to snow outside. For some reason, I washed my hair with a garden hose before coming back inside, where I ran into a house-sitting Wayne Newton, who was angrily asking who I was, and what I was doing there. Once we were all hunky-dory friends, apparently I woke up a red cobra when I picked up the hose. Wayne Newton nonchalantly explained that yeah, they were around here, and began agitating it with a car’s antenna. And then the cobra lunged at me, and that’s when I woke up to one of those intense, startled body jerks, and here I sit now.
