What Dreams May Come

So I had this dream last night where I was a fearsome warrior in the hinterlands of my psyche and I had both a cloak of invisibility as well as the ability to fly. I wish I also had the ability to slay dragons, but I think this was the lite version of my ideal psych self, so whatever. Maybe I wasn't REMming hard enough. I'd take some melatonin but I might suffer from insomnia one day and I want to be prepared for that.

Back to my dream.

Ricky Gervais and Quentin Tarantino were like, "Ashley, you should steal that pack of Slim Jims from the Hinterlands 7-Eleven." But I felt that there was something inherently wrong with this so I called upon my powers of kara-tay to thwart them all. Then I rode away on my unicorn, Jemma.

Oh, and Radiohead was playing the whole time.

I think what it means is that I've been neglecting my garden lately and perhaps my brussel sprouts are staging an uprising.

Hmm.