Lasts night's dream was fun. I was toodling around a orangey and sandy coloured city (for reference think Tattoine) on bicycles and having a great old time. I realized I forgot a birthday present back across the city on the other side of the river. Instead of biking back over we tied several huge colourful balloons of Helium or some other appropriate floatation gas around our waists to fly back over. Of course we needed to inhale huge quantities of this gas to make ourselves less 'material' and more 'etherial' and it also made for an awesome high.
The lot of us (about five people other than me that I have no idea who they actually were) flew around the orange sandy city pointing out dalmations, cool items that were often blue and places that had swimming pools. None of us human zeppelins could remember how to get down but being high it didn't matter that much. After a while we opted to pop only green balloons and most of us came crashing to the earth. When we went to the paramedics station the triage nurse was a guy I used to date a long time ago. He's a good guy but a real nutcase in real life so we said hello, masked our injuries and went out for nachos.
mmmmmmmmm nachos.
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