Inspired by Lullablog, I thought it’d be fun to start writing down dreams, especially since I’ve had some really weird ones lately. Here’s #4.

Friday 6/17/06

Was back at home in Cincinnati and needed something to eat, so my friend and I stopped by the Sycamore Junior High cafeteria to eat. They were serving spaghetti and meatballs, it was delicious. There was a Wendy’s salad bar there as well but something seemed odd about it being in a junior high, so I didn’t eat any salad.

Dreamquation: Hung out with high school friends that night + parents in town (mom’s Italian) + had convo about Dave Thomas = dream.

Inspired by Lullablog, I thought it’d be fun to start writing down dreams, especially since I’ve had some really weird ones lately. Here’s #3.

Tuesday 6/13/06

I dropped my leather belt in the toilet after using it.

Dreamquation: I just got a new, non-leather belt.

Inspired by Lullablog, I thought it’d be fun to start writing down dreams, especially since I’ve had some really weird ones lately. Here’s #2.

Sunday 6/11/06

I was at a bar with my friend Sean and he was talking about how easy it was to ride sea horses while snorkeling. Since it sounded fun, another one of my friends and I went to the water to give it a try. Wellp, he was right, it was easy! While riding this sea creature, I looked to the bottom of the water and there was a museum / club combo. Most of my friends were down there looking at art and hanging out with crustaceans. Rather than join them, I was set on setting some kind of record for fastest sea horse rider.

This one ended with me chilling in center field at a Cubs game. Not in the stands but on the warning track. No idea where that transition came from.

Dreamquation: No idea on this one. None of those things were a component of my weekend.

Inspired by Lullablog, I thought it’d be fun to start writing down dreams, especially since I’ve had some really weird ones lately.

Tuesday 6/6/06

I was on the floor at a Bruce Springsteen concert in Chicago. Halfway through the show, the guitarist (not Bruce) said “we love you New York.” Immediately after saying the wrong city, the whole front row jumped on stage and beat the shit out of the guitarist and Bruce. I was jumping up and down trying to take digital pictures of the whole thing while my friend Billy tried to get up on stage to do some kicking.

Dreamquation: Billy asking for music lately + got a new camera + just watched Hostel on DVD = Dream