September 16, 2009

Dream a little dream...

Last night I was having this very strange dream; I was surrounded by kangaroos and Drew Cary was standing in front of me blubbering about he couldn't see me anymore because he thought I was cheating on him with the kangaroos. I remember being rather irritated with Drew. (Mostly because he would be leaving me and that meant I wouldn't be getting any more hot dream sex.) In the middle of all this, the kangaroos parted and a moose walked through. Drew even stopped sobbing long enough to watch the moose. As it walked, it made this odd SLAP-CLICK sound. SLAP-CLICK, SLAP-CLICK, SLAP-CLICK... Suddenly Drew said, "You want the moose too, don't you?" and he ran off shrieking. Damn it, now I was going to have to go after him. Weenie. When I turned around, the moose was gone and all the kangaroos were standing around looking off in the direction it had walked. I could still hear the SLAP-CLICK, SLAP-CLICK of it's hooves, but now instead of getting quieter, the sound was getting louder and then suddenly I was awake and sitting up. I sat in bed for a few seconds trying to figure out what I was hearing and then I got up and went to the window. I was just in time to see a rather nicely-dressed man, carrying a bottle in one hand and walking down the street with a pronounced limp: SLAP-CLICK, SLAP-CLICK, SLAP-CLICK. I'm pretty sure it was the new neighbor. I went back to bed and dreamed that Drew was showing me rentals in Escazu. He told me he could show me a condo with a tennis court if I never looked at another kangaroo. I need stop eating frosting out of the can before I go to bed.