Author: Cee

Some people were motioning something to Jessica and I at some restaurant we were eating at. I looked at them, waving the majik salt at them. Some girl came over to see what I was waving, then tried a small taste. She then ran off with the container to her tent, using the container of salt as a pillow.

Later on, she and I were in some costume party looking thing, stealing decorations off peoples clothing.

I had this multi-orgasmic, multi-part, multi-cultural dream while camping.

I woke up wrapped in chicken wire. Wayne was next to me curled over like the wire. He told me that Jess had been hit by a car, and there was wood all over the street, also curled over. I took pictures of everything curled over while crying so hard I couldn’t see through the viewfinder.

Justin was helping a baby rhino with an eye problem by putting toothpaste in its eyes. Jessicas mother was a dentist but offered to help with the rhino.

I dropped Jess off at the movies thinking I couldn’t go, but later found out I could. When I got there, her friend wouldn’t let me sit next to her. The theater fogged up, and the ET/Ellitott thing with the bike infront of the moon happened, then Jess floated out of her seat. I reached out to try and grabbed her, unable to, and then I started floating as well.

I just remembered about this one now. Here I was thinking I didn’t dream anything memorable last night. Pfft.

I was driving on the highway, following a friend. There was a car between my friend and I. A black car with a sunroof, driven by a man with short curly hair, light black skin, and a puffy white little dog on his lap. I had climbed out of my car during a straightaway, and walked over his car and to my friends, explaining how cool the dog the man between us had. I then walked back to the mans car, standing in the open window frame, and yelled in through the sunroof that his dog was cute. He smiled and nodded in a concerned and confused manner, and I headed back to my car. Moments after getting back in my seat, a car in the lane to my right swerved a bit and ended up hitting the man infront of me. Somehow I managed to not get hit by either car, but they both spun out and caused quite a mess behind them. I don’t know if anyone survived.

I needed to sneak into some guys hause and steal some small glass objoct. The guy would have recognized my name, so we told him my name was something generic instead. I faked an accent and soke little english, and we ewnt inside. The girl showed me where the bathroom was, telling the boyfriend that I needed to use it. I followed slowly, and when I got in the bathrom she handed me the object I needed to steal, and put it in my pocket. It looked like a piece of broken glass. On her way out of the room, she told me to use the bathrooom, so I did. There were no lights on so I was careful about what I was doing, and then I did my usualy post peeing ritual, and when I walked out we were now on a houseboat. That’s about all I remember.

I was walking down a street with my friends when some tiny little kids in greaser clothes biked up to us (pedal bikes of assorted types). They started teasing us and saying how cool their bikes were, that it was the next big thing. We laughed them off and they started advancing on us. I grabbed one of them and lifted him by his shirt, and dropped him by my side. Another big one started yelling at us.

Later on, I was in my room and was told that the big guy had told on us to someone, that we had fish in our pants and started beating them with fish.