Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Dream 23/5/2009

I’m fighting Randy Quaid. It’s the Randy Quaid from The Last Detail. At first the fight is really serious. We’re clearly on different sides of a larger issue. After hours, we’re both exhausted. The fight is now funny. Every minute or so, one of us will lazily slap our opponent’s face or sock his gut. I punched his eye. We cracked up about it. I get up and head for the bathroom. There is a sign that tells me not to enter. I do anyway. I start peeing on the floor.

I wake up now, and am about a millisecond from peeing the bed. Phew.

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