Two More of My Weird-Assed Dreams
I took a sip of wine and looked out the window at the city and thought, "I could live here." Kerouac continued talking, his words becoming a pleasant drone that lulled me into a state of deep contentment. A guy at the table with us dealt some cards and asked me to breathe on them. I did, and I woke up.
"Oops," I said, and he held his hand out to help me up off of the floor.
"Not bad," he said. "Did you ever think about getting into television?"
I rubbed my butt and replied, "Yeah, but it burned my ass."
He burst out laughing and I woke up.
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