it's a strange place inside my head, aren't you glad you don't live there?

More fucked up dreams....

I had a dream that Joey was in the hospital... And he was being stubborn and wouldn't let me come see him even though he was about to die. (WTF?!) I remember seeing him hooked up to the i.v. and everything and he was in the corner of a room with the curtain pulled back and Adam and Wes were like, physically restraining me from going to see him and I'm pulling on them doing the whole dramatic NO YOU HAVE TO LET ME SEE HIM! I KNOW HE HATES ME BUT I CAN'T LET HIM THINK I HATE HIM!! type shit. Omg it was ridiculous. First of all, why would I dream that he was dying? He's a fairly healthy individual. He perhaps chain smokes too much... but there are worse things. Anyway. His mom and sister finally come along and yell at the boys for not letting me back there so I finally get back there and he's like half conscious and I'm sitting there crying and he finally wakes up and is initially pissed that I'm there... But then I give him that dramatic, heartfelt serious, "I'm so sorry" look and start crying and put my head down on the bed and start bawling "I'msosorry" over and over again. (think Steel Magnolias). Okay so then fast forward a month later. He survives... SURPRISE! IT'S A GODDAMN MIRACLE! so he calls me and asks me to meet him at Walmart (for...some...reason... maybe it's because Walmart was right up the street from our house...) So I get there... and he's fat! Like... HUGE. I didn't even recognize him. Actually, I vividly recall staring at him and looking around thinking someone was fucking with me. Apparently in his amazing recovery from near death he went on this eating binge and got fucking ginormous... which I really don't think is possible because I've seen him mouth some food... and he doesn't really get fatter, just broader. Unless of course he's been drinking a lot...

Okay so then there's phase two of the dream...

I'm riding around my grandma's old neighborhood on a scooter... yeah, a scooter. But it wasn't just any scooter. It was a motorized version of the Big Wheel I had when I was like 5....

yeah. that's pretty much it. MOTORIZED BIG WHEEL BIATCHES. NUUUH.

...man, my brain is weird.