ok, so last night's dreams were mega-strange...
i was out in the desert and all these highlander-ish immortals were gathering for a huge massacre/battle to the death. i didn't want to get involved, but these 2 planter of the apes people somehow got me in the middle of it. mind you, this is supposed to me in the 1500's, but somehow, a screaming red trans am pulls up and a very stout man with a shaved head and in a suit gets out and hands me a cell phone. the guy on the cell phone tels me i have assignments in brussles, antwerp, and somewhere else. i say ok and i leave, cause for some reason i know that the voice on the phone is the devil and now i work for him. later i had a totally differnt dream about jarvis cocker from pulp pulling me down to the ground with him in this jungle-y garden, saying filthy things to me, but i woke up before anything good could happen. sigh...i need sex...soon...real soon