inlikeflynn

I came home today to find this message on AIM -

Friend: I dreamt a dream last night. You were building an airport, part-Escher, part-the Lost Island. There was no stopping you. There were Mario Bros.-like objects floating in the air above me, and I had to jump and grab bottles of chianti to bring to you, so you'd have enough power to continue
Friend: It was hard work.
Friend: and Naveen Andrews was helping run the elevator, but he was too scared to gather chianti bottles.
Friend: it was all up to me.
Friend: signed off at 5:22:17 PM.


it made my day. And my day needed making.




I dreamt the other night that myself, Arete, and some nameless dude with a green mohawk and a faceload of piercings were all sitting indian style facing each other on a king-sized bed, drinking champagne and talking about failed relationships. Downstairs was a wooden playhouse structure with machine-gun turrets and velcro flags, and a beautiful princess bound at the wrists and ankles and refrigerated. In order to gain access to the structure, you had to get past the Green Velvet Assassin Moth, which made its home in a chrysalis hidden amongst the beams. The only way to keep the moth from attacking was to pacify it by whistling the Mogwai theme from Gremlins.