Hungover Hipster Soda Jock Cash Register Man

My dream last night was pretty spotty. For part of it, I was in the Fresh Prince of Bel Air, except more ghetto, and Will Smith saw his mom's boob and that caused all sorts of mental problems. Then I ran off to a gas station somewheres and all of the people in there were dressed like it was freakin' 1957 or something. So I was like, meh, must be like an acting troupe or something. That or hipster. So I ask the guy at the cash register, "Do you guys have any, like, fruit cocktail kinds of things?"

Best part of the dream. Right here.

This guy. This. Guy. Fat. Beard. Wayfarer glasses. Hair combed all like John Travolta in Grease. Freakin' button up sweater, alright? Yeah. I'm leaning towards hipster, too.

Then he says, "Wait, I'm really hung over, what's a fruit cocktail? Oh, yeah! You want one of these?"

*gives me fruit by the foot*

I'm like LOL sure, kid.

Then I woke up. :)

I'm just going to start posting my dreams, because they're hilarious

Last night, I dreamt a few things. I don't remember how they fit together, so I'll just list them.

• James and I were watching a movie with his mom, and she yelled at us for goofing around.
• LL Cool J complimented me on my shirt. He called it ghetto. In a good way. We bonded. It was cool.
• We were actors in some movie, and Heidi was on the train car that caught fire. But it wasn't actually fire, so I wasn't sad.
• I kept finding baseballs. Weird ones. Like solid gold ones, and my dad's first home run one, and random stuff like that. Jason was going nuts.
• I got sprayed with insecticide.
• Dad retired the white pick-up.
• And James kept tickling me. What's new.

Having crazy dreams since '94,

ChrissyJoy