I hear we all have something like, 100 dreams in a night. We don't remember most of them. I hardly remember any of them. The ones I do remember typically involve me trying to murder someone with an unconventional weapon (mango seed), or are an obvious reflection of my deeply rooted fear of abandonment (my boyfriend doesn't know who I am.)
The rest of the time my dreams are just unbelievably boring.
The other night I had a dream that I was in the shower. I looked down and noticed that my toenails were painted pink.
But I didn't remember doing that.
I was equal parts surprised/relieved upon noticing this, as earlier that evening I realized that I really needed to paint my toenails.
So that's a fucking relief.
The other night I had a dream that I was shopping for a winter hat.
But I didn't see one that I liked.
So I didn't buy one.
(I still don't have a winter hat)
The other night I had a dream that I was headed home from work, and remembered I needed hand soap for my kitchen.
So I stopped at a store.
It all seemed really expensive for soap.
I thought to myself, "I can probably get it cheaper if I go back to Queens..."
The other night I had a dream where I was, once again, in the shower.
I started shampooing my hair.
Right as I started lathering up I realized I had already shampooed and conditioned my hair.
So I had to do everything all over again.
It's not easy being a creative genius, you guys. It never stops.
There are just like, so many layers to me...