Friday, May 9, 2008

Dreamland

I don't give myself enough credit that i could make this up, in case anybody wants to challenge it as fact:

but last night i dreamt that i was a real estate agent trying to sell a house to the Clinton's. I remember not only cleaning up around the house knowing that Hillary was going to show up at any moment, but then pitching it to them as ideal because it sat on top of a hill, where she could "overlook the nation." I couldn't make this up, and this proves it: When they didn't go for the house, the next guy that came to see it was Ray Allen.. of the Boston Celtics. And you know what? Ray bought the house. Happy Ending. Random ending, as i personally don't care about Ray Allen more than i care about, say, dryer lint or Jamie Lynn Spears. Maybe i can look forward to a cameo or combination of the both in tonight's feature. More importantly, the moral of the story should be never to watch television in the first place. Bill agrees. My bad. Shanked it.

A nice salmon ensemble there, though. For something entirely different, take a look at this artist who specializes in taking pictures of people jumping up in the air with sheets around them, making for some surreal, bulbous, globular.. photography.

1 comment:

Cameron J. said...

while we're on the subject, my friend postma (i think you met him. you might have even kissed him on the mouth, you lech) once dreamed that he gave birth to a bunch of baby seals in a blood-covered bathtub.

also, i ran your dream through the psychoanalysis machine and it says that you like little blonde girls and Foreigner and are struggling with your anxiety over whether or not to wed the Boston Celtics.

also, the photographs are rad. we'll have to recreate them in downtown reno after scoring some dirty coke.