February 08, 2006

Who Needs Acid...

when drinking plenty of this can bring about a strange trip. Okay, a dream or two.

I had a few tumblers of this fine bourbon last eve, and I'm going to give credit to it for my strange dream. I had been watching LA Confidential earlier, so I'm fairly positive that the idea for the dream started with that...

I'm pretty sure that I was supposed to be the Russell Crowe character, a little too quick to strong arm info from criminals. Quite literal, this strong arming was... my partner, a Sleestack, kept ripping the arms off of our potential informants, and trying to beat info out of them...

I don't remember my partner's name, if I even knew it at all... he just hissed alot, and laughed when he tore the arms off of his victims. A very peculiar looking guy this was... not normal at all. Sleestacks have no hair, but he did. He had a bunch of curly hair sticking out from under his fedora. When I asked him about it, he laughed, lifted his hat, and tugged on his hair to prove it was no rug. Another observation: Sleestacks don't smile... I assume that's because they've got huge horse teeth, as displayed everytime my partner laughed. It was a very hearty laugh, too... I don't know why they hiss so much.

Anyway, we ran all over the city, ripping off arms, and getting a few laughs. Never did much out of our informants other than screams and whimpers, but that didn't stop our efforts to get to the bottom of the case. Someone had been beating people to death and ripping off their arms, and we were going to get to the bottom of this at all costs...

The dream was brought to a sudden end when I pulled the pickup up to an intersection, just in time to see Boudicca, Tammi, and Maura Tierney go rocketing past in hospital beds... they were racing. Maura was in the lead, with a boombox jamming punk tunes on the bed with her, followed by Bou, with Tammi following yelling about how it was unfair, she was too tall and there was too much wind resistance, and blah, blah,blah...

I think Maura won it, but I don't know for sure... I woke up laughing.

Don't even start with trying to figure out what the hell it meant... it was just entertaining as hell.

Posted by That 1 Guy at February 8, 2006 12:56 PM

Interesting, very interesting.

Posted by: Contagion at February 8, 2006 01:11 PM

LOL!!! But did your partner have big lips and hadassah arms? :D

Posted by: Moogie at February 8, 2006 03:00 PM

the only thing that would make this more interesting...were the girls wearing tennis outfits?

Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at February 8, 2006 03:06 PM

No... I think they were in hospital gowns...

Posted by: That 1 Guy at February 8, 2006 03:10 PM

Open backed hospital gowns?

I totally forgot all about sleestacks! I loved that show when I was younger! MMmmmm Land of the Lost...

Posted by: ktreva at February 8, 2006 04:59 PM

OMG! That is hysterical. And you know me waaayyyy too well. That's exactly what I'd be bitchin' about. LOL

Posted by: Tammi at February 8, 2006 06:18 PM

Now you just need to have a dream that "works in" the old favorite "Cha-ka"... (sp?)

"poop" ;)

Posted by: at February 9, 2006 06:14 PM

Ack! You know damn well I'd kick Maura's ass in a race! Heh! Then I'd be off to the side trying to rig something for Tammi to fray that wind resistence. ;-)

Posted by: Bou at February 10, 2006 03:02 PM

... you know, I don't want to imagine those three in backless hospital gowns... I think it'd make me faint... in a good way, of course...

Posted by: Eric at February 10, 2006 07:00 PM

Could your partner have been Enik?


Posted by: Harvey at February 13, 2006 10:30 PM