January 25, 2012

Had some very weird disjointed dreams last night.

I was in a big house with this girl Kristin I used to know. There was something weird going on. We had a dog and a coyote, but somehow I knew they were actually people in disguise.

I followed Kirstin as she was walking to the bathroom, and I hid outside the door and watched her step on a scale. She then put a stool on the scale with her for some reason, like she was trying to make her weight higher than it was. Then she broke into all sorts of weird ballet/gymnastic moves on the scale.

Then we were downstairs and there were a ton of people there, and we had all these designer clothes we were trying on. And there were this man and woman, and they were some sort of agents, and we were supposed to do whatever they told us, and I was demanding to speak to their boss.

The coyote and the dog tried to get into the house, and that was weird, too. My son Fox was there, but they wouldn't let me take care of him. He was crying and I knew he was hungry, and I was screaming for someone to feed him. I was really, really upset.

Then they told me I could speak to the guy in charge, and it was Dr. Drew Pinsky, and I had to go down to the radio station to talk to him.

I woke up while I was trying to find parking at the radio station.