Thomas's dream.

It must have been a combination of watching Fargo, Jiggling, playing far too much Sims and alchohol before bedtime, but last night I had the world's most odd dream.

I'm scared.

The crux of the dream, the high concept if you will, what the core of the story is, what the rest of the dream revolved around was this. In the dream, I was pregnant.

PREGNANT? I'm bloody male. This is not physically possible. Actually, in the dream I asked this question to a dream doctor who magically appeared and he showed me a clipboard that had a list of people who had been born from men. When I asked him how they were going to get the baby out, he waved a scalpel in the air and left the room. (?)

I then wandered up and down a long set of stairs until I met a giant red alien octupus plant thing. This beast looked kinda squiddish, and was also obviously a cartoon. He (he spoke with a classically trained accent) told me that he wanted to adopt the baby. After a few minutes of pondering, I told him that if I met the guy who drew him, he could have the baby. Almost immediately, this artist fellow appears.

We then had dinner on a long mahogany dining table. I ate a piece of cucumber and a yellow thing.

Then I wandered the streets.



Then I woke up.

Isn't it amazing how dreams make sense when you are dreaming them?

Actually, no it's not. It's scary.



Anyway, what the hell was that dream about? I dread to wonder. Any ideas? I sure don't wanna think of anything.



Also on the dream front, it appears that someone else has been dreaming about me. You know who you are, babe.



Today's weapon for slaughtering the undead: A cheese grater. Messy and inefficient, but it sure is fun.