Getting soaked and being given a big yellow onesie as replacement clothing. Kathy Griffin. Bizarre flying subway system. Margaret Cho. Anti-gravity and spilled milk. Molecules. Angelina Jolie. Running. Flooded greenhouse. Sitting on a really high cement pedestal, holding my dog, with no explanation as to how I got there. Children playing in slow motion with no sound. Riverboat. Sitting with friends from high school and Shannen Doherty on a wooden airplane with open sides, getting ready to fight someone. Maps. Guy who lived in a converted subway tunnel. Statue of Ahura Mazdha. Walking around downtown DC that then transitioned into my hometown. An occult store. A friend with no face. A dingy public bathroom with thrones for toilets. Performing a carotid endarterectomy because apparently becoming a surgeon only takes 3 months.

I typed this as soon as I woke up from easily the most bizarre dream I have ever had in my life, so I wouldn’t forget any of it. Because it was a total mindfuck, one of those dreams that haunt you. Perhaps it’s the Zoloft?

rchel:

This is so going to be my next desktop wallpaper.

I don’t even know what to do with myself on a free saturday.

rchel:

Girlboner.