Last night I had a dream that there was a disaster of some sort and there was a need too seek refuge for an unidentified amount of time. Hence one needed to pack things up to survive on.
With me were: my parents, my sister, Kelly Hallett and … Pam Anderson, of course.
Everyone except Pam and me was dicking around. I am not sure what they were doing but only Pam and I were attempting to pack things into these two bags.
Everything I packed made no sense. I knew it made no sense to pack such things as: a stuffed animal, a toaster, a jalapeño plant and perhaps a lint brush…but it was like I could not control myself. I thought – why am I packing this star shaped Jell-O mold? But yet I could not control the urge to do so and Pam was not complaining.
Then Pam and I were trying to close the bags of useless items and everything would just fall out. No one else was helping – just Pam.
After everything was packed up I decided to bring an extra change of clothing – but I carried that.
Then I woke up.
1 comment:
What kills me about this story is that you and Pamela Anderson are on a first name basis...in fact, a nickname if you would. Wonder how she made it in your dream.
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