Wednesday, August 7, 2013

the pope and his hash

I dreamed that the pope flew in my window again . This time I asked him for an autograph . When he took out his pen and paper , he turned into Elvis , and began to shake his hips as he danced around the room. . Then he took out a joint and tried to convince me that it was some type of holy candle . So I asked him for a puff of his candle .

Yea , candle .

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

the pope flew in my window...

I dreamed the pope flew in my window and crapped all over my ledge . I was going to call the baptists for help , but he sprayed some magic guilt juice all over me and I melted into the floorboards .

Yea , Pope

Monday, August 5, 2013

the frogs

I dreamed that frogs became mutations . And all they could do was hop in a circle . Because of this , every day the turtles would gather round to see the frogs be eaten by their predators . Hence , the turtles became very close to each other and would often bet on what frog would be eaten first . (You know , bonding shit like that ). 

Yea , frog

Saturday, August 3, 2013

seagull...

I dreamed I was a seagull , fighting for some miscellaneous piece of shit on some wharf  somewhere . I was so busy being caught up in my smelly little world , I did not realize that my friends had found a bucket of chicken just a few yards to my left . Eventually , when my friends were finished eating - and I use the term"friend" loosely - one of them biffed a bone at me and it went right through my eye . As blood gushed everywhere , I could hear all the little fuckers laughing .  

Yea , chicken

the water fight

Last night I dreamed that I went to a water gun fight . But instead of using water guns , the other team would cut off your hand at the wrist . As the gravity of the situation dawned upon me , I increasingly became aware that I had to get the fuck out of there .

Friday, August 2, 2013

the pope

I dreamed that I dialed the wrong # and got the Pope on the line . He tried to sell me a set of encyclopedias .

Yea , encyclopedias .

Thursday, August 1, 2013

the horse...

I dreamed i went through the desert on a horse with no name . But then it dawned on me : why if the fuck did nobody name the horse . I tried to name him , but with very attempt , the universe began to shake and disappear . The horse somehow contained infinity within his very existence . It was then I realized , maybe everything is actually this fucked up .

Yea , fucked up .