I might be going out on a limb here but, fuck John Lennon.
In dreams when I am exacting revenge, I always go for jumping or stomping on heads which unfortunately and (very unsatisfyingly) never break. I’m powerless! Impotent!
I also dreamt about clandestine meetings in attics with television actors while downstairs a baby shower for a redneck couple was being planned.
Michael Caine.
I’m riding my bike down the street but it’s really uncomfortable and my thighs hurt. I realize it’s because my bike is shrinking and slowly becomes one of those big-wheel bikes toddlers ride. I get insulted so I throw it at the offender and miss. It hits someone else and a house so I’m really embarrassed and settle for just a big “well, fuck you.”
I’m at Disney World (I guess) with my family and we’re in line for a ride which is really just a movie. I go in the theater behind my dad and lose him. The usher asks if I have a ticket and I say my dad had them but now I don’t know where he is. My dog is in the movie which is now like a play and she’s nervous. I’m playing a computer game in my seat with my sister but an octopus comes by, does a little dance, and blows it up.
