I must admit dreams are fucking crazy. Dreams rarely make sense and when they do it’s only for a little while, until you think about it some more and realized how it too is fucking crazy.

The best dreams are the ones where you have like superhuman powers. Like in this one dream I was in this all glass walled building being chased by a bunch of mean people. I got up to about the 7th floor and was cornered. So what did I do? I ran, jumped off a railing and crashed right through the window, landed on my feet 7 stories down and kept running. See this dream was crazy, but at least it was awesome. I can deal with crazy dreams as long as there is a certain level of awesomeness. I hate dreams that are crazy for no reason but to frustrate you and make you pissed off all day.

My dream just a couple of nights ago was one of those crazy/frustrating types. In this dream I was on a beach when this hot girl and her hot friend tell me some very startling news. Apparently the night before they knocked me out with some sort of pills and had a 3-way with me… WTF?!? Why they thought that they would have to knock me out for that is beyond me. Why knock me out for that? It pissed me off! I would be very lucky if I could scrap together a 2-way. So after I woke up I started thinking about it and getting upset. Not only upset at the fact that I missed a dreamy 3-way opportunity, but that after I found that out in my dream not once did I say, “Ladies, you didn’t have to knock me out for that, lets have another one right now” Or something along those lines. I didn’t even try to make up for lost 3-way action. What the fuck was wrong with me? Maybe I was still groggy from the pills… Instead of having a fantastic 3-way dream to get me through the day it looks like I’ll just have to sit here in my apartment and have the usual 1-way…