in your hehhhhhhhhhhh-ed
I had a classic anxiety dream last night.
I found myself in this scenario that was a cross between probation and a sixth grade glass. We had to take a quiz about Johnny Carson and there were questions written up on the chalkboard at the front of the classroom. The first problem was, the questions were illegible, or they were just little phrases that didn't make any sense like: tennis balls found out.
On top of that, I don't think I had studied anything about Johnny Carson. Then I discovered that there was this cheat sheet under my answer sheet on my desk. I started to copy down the answers to save my ass from the inintelligable pop quiz. But then when I really looked at the cheat sheet answers, they didn't make any sense either. One of them said, "mushroom head."
All of a sudden, the teacher caught someone else cheating and made an example out of him in front of the class. So there was my classic anxiety dream situation: I had to hide my cheat sheet to the Johnny Carson quiz, with the unintelligible questions, or I would be in violation of my probation and would probably go to jail.
At another point, I was dreaming that I was a Korean astronaut going up into orbit in a little space capsule. (Traveling in little space capsules seems like something that asian people should have invented anyway). The thing I remember about the Korean astornaut dream is this kind of stoical attitude that feeling comfortable and normal, and being anihilated in a violent rocket ship explosion were really the same thing, and it was nothing to think or worry about.
And of course, I woke up with the raging hard-on and the theme to the Jefferson's again. And then as its happened before, the Jefferson' theme phases out and that Cranberries song kicks in: in your hehhhhhhh-ed, in you heh-eeeeeeeeeee-uh-ed, Zo-um-bie, Zo-um-bie/ In you hehhhhhhhhh-ed, in your heh-eeeeeeeeee-uh-ed etc.
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