‡ I had such a strange dream the other day that I had to let it marinate a few days before I could write about it.  I think I waited too long.  I don’t remember shit.

I remember some details, but there’s no real set up, so get your dream dictionaries out and psychoanalyze me.

The first thing that I can remember is being in Vegas with some friends.  I can’t remember who, which may have been important.  Anyway, our suite was around the corner from Hugh Hefner’s suite.  Our party was raging so hard that he came to OUR suite.  He didn’t bring any Playmates though, asshole. 

Let me rephrase that…he didn’t bring any for us, that is.  He had two for him, of course.  Anyway, he wanted to play a game.  Not a Saw-type torture game, but a real-life game of Clue (sort of.)  Not even a dinner-mystery game…somebody really was going to die.  Apparently that somebody was in the room.  Not sure of how it played out, but after each round, someone would die and we’d return to the suite to start again. 

I don’t remember much of what happened in between some of my friends dying (again, I don’t remember who was there, so I don’t know who died) and me surviving a few rounds of Hef’s twisted game.  Then, Ted Turner and some other rich white guy walked into the suite.  They congratulated me on a good game (so far) and so began another round.

At this point, I’m not sure how, but I end up with something embedded into my skin.  It’s square and in my forearm.  I decide to try and dig it out as it apparently is my ticket to salvation (at least for this round).  But as I’m preparing to dig it out, I fucking fall asleep…in my dream…ala Inception.

The next level of my dream begins with me in a treehouse trading baseball cards with Seth Rogen.  Then I just wake up (for real) and tried to get back to sleep to see if I can get back to the suite with the billionaires and bunnies.  I can’t.   So instead, I get up and put on my favorite clip.  I’ve no fucking clue where it came from or what’s going on.  Something tells me I don’t want to know.  It always cheers me up, though.  I hope it can do the same for you.