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This is the weirdest dream I've ever had. Psychoanalysts can explain how this shows I like to fuck goats, or people can share their own weird dreams if they want.
I bet that 0 people wil make it all the way through this.
At first I'm at some party with the cast of FRIENDS. Actually, I'm "in" FRIENDS, acting in FRIENDS, but at the same time, it's sort of a TRUMAN SHOW situation without Truman, i.e., noone's letting on that they're actors. I feel akward here, like I don't belong. It's Chandler's birthday party. I just wander around, trying to avoid people. Then Chandler and Joey see me; but they seem really akward--_I_ feel really akward--like I don't belong. Then Chandler says hi, but it's the way he says it. It's like he expects to see me, but at the same time, he knows that I rarely show up here. Then suddenly I remember that I'm the 6th member in the cast of Friends (Forgot about Ross) but I never show up.
Then I see Pamela Anderson at the party. I go into a room with her and a few other hot chicks. I look at her pictures on the wall, and then she starts talking about them. She says that one picture is better than the other one, but I disagree. I think she looks pretty good in the other one. Then she explains the lighting in the first one and how that makes her tits look bigger (which inadvertantly makes her look better), but I still like the first one. I notice though that she's right--her tits do look small, but I think that the photographer captured the rest of her beautifully. Then I go and look at the other picture and notice, "Waoh, her tits really are bigger. Way bigger." I change my mind and think that she's right--the first one really is bigger. Pamela Anderson starts photographing everyone in the room, and I keep waiting for my turn. It finally is my turn, but I'm not me--I'm this really hot chick with fat thighs. I try to find a sexy position to pose in. It's hard though, because these positions just make my thighs look fatter. I notice that there's an end of a pencil stuck in my vagina. I finally find a sexy position, and I think I look damn good. But then I notice that unlike everyone else who posed, I'm half naked--I'm not wearing any underwear. (I'm wearing a skirt, so you can see everything.) I don't feel embarrassed. I become 'xyz' again. The girl who I used to be takes out her vagina and says, "I have a pencil stuck in it." She shows her vagina to Pamela Anderson who starts biting it, and gets most of it out. Then that girl notices me looking at this and says, "What? You want a taste?" I say "Yeah." I don't remember if she gives me one or not, but she seemed really apprehensive about it.
We all start heading out to the parking lot, to go home. I noticed that there's camera equipment in the car--it's a jeep of some kind. I get behind it and Pamela gets ready to shoot pictures. She doesn't shoot any pictures, but I pose for her. She says she can't shoot any pictures because she has to go home now. I ask her, "Aren't I going with you guys?" She says no. I brought my own car. That's right, now I remember this. I start looking for my car, but I can't find it.
I'm magically transported to my parents' house. I'm studying for some reason. My parents come in and say I've been cutting class. They know because the guy at the 7-11 tipped them off. This pisses me off for some reason, so I start yelling at them. They leave, come back in, the same thing happens. Then I remember I have to get my car. I remember that it's at my friend's house. I go to his house.
My friend's throwing this huge party for this kid I barely know. I feel really akward, like I don't belong. I look for my friend and I can't find him. I finally do. I ask him, "Where's my car. Didn't I leave it here?" My friend says, "Yeah, but..." "But what?" "Remember when you let me borrow it? Well, you see what happened was I got this parking ticket. They put me in jail. I had to get at least $2,000 in bail to get out. My car was only worth $1,000, so I had to use yours. They let me out, and you'll get your car back later." "Later? But I NEED a car." "For what?" "Well, at the least I need it to go to shcool to go to class." That wasn't the real reason, though. It was just my justification. I just didn't want my parents to yell at me.
Anyway, he walked me to my parents house. I bitched to him. He listened. I wasn't really pissed at him for some reason, just the situation. He didn't seem to care about the situation, but I knew he did. And he knew I knew he did. We see a cop pulling someone over. I think, "Hey, I could ask the cop about what happened to the car." I wonder why I'm so easy about asking a cop anything, especially rudely when he's in the middle of giving him a ticket. We walk towards the cop but before I ask the cop anything, as if he read my mind, my friend asks the question. The cop says, "Wow. You shouldn't have given them your car. You won't get it back for 9 months. You could have gotten out without giving them anything."
My friend and I leave. I bitch some more. My friend says he's sorry, but he had to do it. They told him he'd be in Jail for 6 months if he hadn't. I say, "I'm not mad at you; sorry for bitching so much." He says, "That's OK, bitch some more." I think that it's kind of weird when he says these things, because he's saying them in an indifferent, emotionless way. But at the same time, he's walking home with me, doesn't mind hearing me out, etc., so I *know* he cares about what's happening.
We get to my house, and my friend's car is here. He starts driving home and I look at him, waiting for him to leave. He waves at me, and then suddenly, three cars line up behind him. (This is night, so I'm wondering why these three cars are out. I figure they have to go to really, really early to work or something.) I start thinking, "Man, if he starts slowing down, my neighbor's jeep (which looks an awful lot like Pam A's jeep) will hit him, and then we could collect insurance. Then we could use the money to somehow get my car back." My friend looks at me instinctively. And then he slows down. The jeep hits him, and the cars behind the jeep just explode or something. (I for some reason barely notice these cars.) I start thinking, "This isn't right. I got screwed, so now we're screwing him. Now he'll screw someone else, and the cycle will never end." However, at the same time I'm thinking, "Better him than me." The second thought _barely_ outweighs the first thought.
My friend pulls out of his car. He starts talking to the guy (my neighbor.) He says, "You hit me, I'm sueing; give me $2,000." The guy says, "I'm not giving you 2K." My friend says, "Unless you have some guns in that suitcase, you're giving me the money." The guy immediately opens his suitcase, he has guns in it (This is VERY unexpected) and starts shooting at my friend. I start running, but I run slowly so my friend can catch up. I notice that my friend doesn't seem to be catching up, so I turn around, scream his name. He sees me and runs towards me. My plan is for us to sneak in behind my parents' house. We run towards the back of my parents house, but the guy's right behind us, so I don't have time to open the door. We start running towards the street, but my friend starts slowing down, or getting tired or something. I wonder if I might have to carry him--I KNOW I won't leave him--but he can continue. We run accross the street, and my dad seems to be driving home. He sees me, and I start thinking about how now I have to deal with him bitching to me about being chased by a maniac in the middle of the night. We run a little more.
I wake up, feeling refreshed, and really, really weird. I think the dream ended early, but I don't really know. I don't remember having any recurring dreams before, so this is probably it.
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