So, I was making a movie adaptation of a book, something based on a true story about some sort of paranormal pod that landed in a family's house, and was taken to NASA head quarters for investigation. I was doing research, interviewing the father of the family, when I got sucked into the action and was actually taking part in whatever happened.
When the pod landed at the house, the family was just coming home, the mother, father, and 3 young daughters. All 5 of them had just dropped acid, and upon pulling into the driveway and seeing the pod in their yard, they all freaked out. I mean, it was clear it was something strange that was going to mess with their family somehow, but they were also tripping, so, ya' know..
I freaked out with them. I dove for pillows, and we were all screaming. I think the little girls were the best at it.

Turns out, this pod flew away into space before NASA could get any definitive information from it.

=

oi oi oi

Last night I had a dream that I was walking down Easton Ave looking for some sort of party, but it was busted by the cops. Except it was 3 PM and the party was full of middle aged people fleeing.

I also went to some diner/pizza place to get mozzarella sticks, and somehow they charged me $40, and it was cause they were trying to give me 2 pizzas and some burgers and other stuff, so I was like no no no, just the sticks. And the lady at the counter gave me attitude, but I got just the sticks. And then the next person behind me ordered mozzarella sticks too.

a quickie

After an extended weekend away from Courtlandtland, I just dozed off in the living room.

I was in a car commercial with Steve Urkel. He was singing a song out to the ladies from Shaft. Then Will Smith popped out from under ground, wearing a diamond studded sash, with all the ladies Urkel was singing for.

Glad to be home.

seriously, what's with the Lion King?

Last night I had a dream that I was wandering around some public transportation facility, and I guess I had just taken a shower so I was in a towel. I passed by some performers, ones who play music and put out a hat, etc. They were the most lethargic team of musicians I had ever seen; there were 5 of them, and they were all sprawled about on a single couch, literally piled vertically on top of each other. Their couch was at the bottom of an escalator, and next to their money hat they had a sign indicating that they were a Disney musical cover band.

As I came down the escalator, I saw them and thought it was funny. They noticed me and mumbled something to each other, then began an a cappella rendition of "Can You Feel the Love Tonight" (the movie version, not the Elton John) Except none of them moved, they were all still just lying there lazily as they sang.

I thought to myself "Wow, I am clearly not in New York. These guys are small time."

I kept walking, even though they were clearly performing for me. But I was in a towel, and had no intention of paying them, what was I suppossed to do? The "lead singer" followed me, trying to engage me by grabbing my hair. I ran down the hall and went into a women's bathroom, as they continued to sing.

For some reason, all the toilets were filled with coffee grinds, which turned me off a little. But they performer started opening the door (he was now on the 2nd verse, where Simba comes in). So, I locked myself in a coffee stall.

Luckily, at that moment the next door neighbor's weed wacker woke me up.


Which reminds me, why do they have to do that every Friday morning?! We should call the cops, maybe they'll make me cookies this time. Or hot dogs.

dreamy biz

The other week I had a dream, where Courtlandtland (season 1) was throwing a party that for some reason wasn't going over well. We ended up doing a dance routine on our front lawn, which was a football field, to "I just can't wait to be King" from the Lion King. Caity did an especially awesome dance. Everyone stormed the field, and it ended up being awesome.
Then I had a dream where I was at a stadium seeing the pope and the dali lama, and people were dying crowd surfing. I made it stop, and the pope rewarded me with a hot dog and 4 Piels that he bummed from the Dali Lama.
That same night, I had one where I was fighting ninjas with Alex Mac, the one from Nickelodeon that can change into liquid and slither around. She's terrible to have on your team, cause she just keeps melting and running away. Whadda jerk.

Anyway, this all inspired me to make a blog, exclusively with my dreams.


So, yesterday, I was on the train to Hoboken, and I dozed off. I had a dream where Avril Levine was playing on loop through the whole thing (Hey hey, you you I don't like your girlfriend!). It was in a club-like situation, and someone was force feeding me jellyfish tenticles (if that's what they're called? You know, the dangly parts that sting you) I was trying to resist, cause who wants to do that, but when I finally gave in I was filled with electric blue, all in my esophagus and through my body, and I had an Electric Blue rave to Avril.