Image: John Rosenthal, 1994
Hearing someone recount their “totally weird, man” dream is usually about as interesting as looking through a complete stranger’s stamp collection. If the all stamps were illustrations of Franklin Pierce and Rutherford B. Hayes.
Thus, in explaining the dream that I had two nights ago, I’ll try to present you with only the barest schematics of the thing. Because, trust me, the rest of it was totally weird, man. And then I’ll post the link to a video to reward your patience. We are the Sesame Street of blogs.
Basically, the dream consisted of me and Lauren getting ready to go on a long weekend road trip…to Konawa, Oklahoma, which in some miracle of Dreamland had managed to morph into a Branson/Hot Springs hybrid. This may seem kind of lame, but in reality is quite an upgrade from a Sonic Drive-Thru.
Anyway, upon arrival we visit a modest RV to meet up with some friends. Apparently my “friends” consist primarily of Lil’ Wayne. And he owns an RV furnished almost exactly like the camping trailer owned by my grandparents. Complete with 6″ black and white TV. Lil’ Wayne was sitting on his couch, surrounded by whimsical little drawings and scraps of his poetry. I can’t remember any concrete details of the poems, but I recall them being every bit as witty as his mixtape verse. My Freudian subconscious was suitably impressed.
Then we go outside to find that I have rented a paddle boat, which I must pull down from the ceiling of a garage. But this paddle boat has been double-booked (damn you Priceline!), for a very large snake is already in the boat. Lil’ Wayne helps kill the snake, which has wrapped itself around my neck. Then, with “The Greatest Rapper and Snake Killer Alive” in tow, we all set off on our merry way, a joyful day of paddle-boating ahead of us.
My new friend and his new video: