Dreamscape - May 7, 2011 - What's Your Problem Dude?

I am so impressed that I am remembering dreams from every night! This one is a bit dodgy because it's already starting to slip my mind but here goes...

I was standing around listening to Pumped Up Kicks by Foster the People. Where the music is coming from in dreams I have no idea. There's never a radio on or anything visible that shows you where the music comes from. Maybe it's my brain adding a soundtrack.

There were people standing around basically doing nothing. It's like the spares I used to get at highschool, what a waste of life those were. Suddenly someone started to complain about everything and anything. Don't get me wrong I love to complain but this was a little too much. I reached down into a bag and pulled out a tan, brown, cream and black cowichan sweater and put it on. It looked very much like the one The Dude in The Big Lebowski wears. I was suddenly struck by this very thought and turned to the person and said "What's your problem dude?" in my best Lebowski-esque voice. Some people laughed and others looked shocked. To the shocked people I then said "Come on man,it's not like I farted on the queen or anything! Fucking squares" and rolled my eyes. (I wish I was this funny and beligerent in real life.)

The Complainer then started to posture and poke me with a finger to which I said " poke me again with that finger and I'll bite the fucker off" and my friend Sheila laughed a side splitting gut aching laugh and said "She will man, she's fucking crazy!" My sister Cat was there laughing her ass off too. I then opened a bag of Major League Chew and started throwing all the dusty pink sprinkles around the place shouting "Bon Voyage!" (I know, really wierd hey!) Everyone was super happy about being sprinkled with the gum. Everyone danced around like drunks at a bush party. From there it gets fuzzy (like any good bush party) and I remember trashing an ugly car with a mace and some crazy long flails with spiky parts on the end. All the car trashers got on mountain bikes and were going to ride somewhere to have fun. I, still wearing the Lebowski sweater, prepared to go to.

Sadly, I woke up. Dang, I would have loved to see where this one ended up. I also want to find some Major League Chew Gum, The pink stuff not the shitty grape flavour.