July 26, 2006

I often have dreams that I’m an important scientist leading some sort of phenomenological set of thought experiments that are of dire importance to the rest of the world.

Roll me over I wanna wave at the kids
I can’t say I prescribe cause I don’t know what it is
I’m down at the track I’m just calling to check in
If you start without me say my name as you begin
It’s not like it wasn’t all for you
But like everything I do it’s misunderstood
Take a message I’m on my way out of town
But the wording’s important so make sure you write it down
There’s money behind every picture in the place
Sincerely your husband on my way to the next race
If it’s once I got it
If it’s twice I don’t

I fell into the ocean, and you became my wife March 5, 2006

Well. I was a victim of identity theft! Someone getting credit cards in my name, but supposedly it’s been taken care of. I need to change my debit card info.

Had a dream about that girl, it was more about Wendy’s shitty service and me going against a building full of assholes just to get a cup of coffee. regardless of the main plot of the dream; the girl was in it, I flicked some soda at her to get her attention. She was busy at the time playing a cutesy game of tickle tag with a few men in the next booth. I didn’t get her attention, the soda hit the front of the neck. In slow motion, the soda slowly rolled down her neck past her collar bone and into her shirt. I stood there memorized completely being looked over.

I’ve vowed to stop feeling sorry for myself, accept being single. Enjoy being single. Not let girls control me anymore.

Tonight is poker night. I hope those kids like losing.

Steve’s Dream # 4412 November 30, 2005

Last night I dreamt that I was in a street gang similar to the Warriors. Except we fought crime and had super powers. I could turn into a guy with a high powered assult rifle or Spiderman amongst other things. My best friend and Arch Nemises was Steve-O from Jackass. We fought, I won.