Just a heads up to let my adoring fans (all seven of you) know that I've been crazy mad busy lately. I haven't had, nor will I in the upcoming week or so have, a lot of time to write, so I apologize for the lack of, well, whatever it is you come here for. I have had a very busy (in a good way) weekend, and I have a project for work that I'm desperately trying to finish though my chances of success seem slim.

Roll a competence check against impending failure (DC 30).

For today's somewhat lackluster post, I offer you a glimpse into my bedroom. No, it's not what you're thinking (but thanks for thinking it), rather I thought I'd list for you a couple of the really bizarre dreams I've had recently. I tend to have very vivid and memorable dreams, something about which I'm sure I post in the future. Take a look at what's been bouncing around my head while my eyes flutter in gleeful R.E.M.:

• Having all of my teeth fall out.
• Watching from the house of my parents as a multiple car pileup occurs on their street. It was very reminiscent of crashes in the video game Burnout 3.
• Smoking a cigar.
• Hanging out with Dave Chapelle on the set of his show.
• Riding down the street I grew up on with rapper Fat Joe (clarification: we didn't grow up on the street together, we were riding together). For some reason, I was miniature size (hit by Reducto's Shrink Ray, perhaps?)
• Working with G4 tv's Morgan Webb only to have her not want to be anywhere near me due to my apparent obsession with her.
• Living in a near-future world where a good friend and I possess our own small spacecraft and work as bounty-hunters, scoundrels, and futuristic private investigators. Sort of a mishmash of cyberpunk, Star Wars, and Cowboy Beebop.
• Hanging out with Eminem and learning how he writes.
• Visiting a ragtag group of friends hiking through southern Ohio. One of the hikers was a girl I went to school with whom I haven't talked to in many years. With her was apparently her boyfriend, Ashton Kutcher.
• Hanging out with Tycho and Gabe of Penny Arcade on a road trip to some gaming convention.
• Inviting my friends over for dinner only to have them inexplicably rearrange all of the furniture in my apartment.

Freud would have a field day with me. And goddamnit, I can't even go to sleep without getting Punked! If he ever sneaks into my dreams nightmares again, I'm going to smother myself with a pillow.

By the way, Happy Your Day to all the mothers out there! I'm off to have dinner with mine and then return home to burn the midnight oil. Mmmm...trying to save my job....

Tags: Dreams, Random