I had to get up 4 times overnight to drain the lizard so suffice to say I’m tired.
I was sitting in my desk chair this morning and fell dead asleep.
Woke up when my wife came in to tell me something.
While sleeping I had a dream.
Though I have never met Phil, in my dream him and me were driving across town in his truck to measure a dumpster.
His truck was a mid 50’s Chevy in rough shape but ran good and the seat springs didn’t dig into my ass too bad.
We got to the dumpster and he got a tape measure out of his pocket that he got from a box of stuff someone had given him.
We had to measure how deep the dumpster was, and it was mostly empty, so I jumped up on it got down in there.
Phil leaned over the top and handed me the end of the tape and I held it to the floor.
Then I stood up and let go of the tape, and leaned over the top while Phil finaggled with the tape.
He was reading something on the backside of the tape measure.
This tape measure had 2 tapes in it, one on each side going in opposite directions.
He said, “OK, it says I’m supposed to pull the 2nd tape out equidistance to the 1st one.”, so he did that.
I stood there watching him.
When he pulled the 2nd tape out the 1st one was automatically pulled back into the case.
Then he read some more on the back of the case.
Phil said, “If the 1st tape is recoiled all the way back into the case and the measurement on the 2nd tape is identical to the 1st one that will verify the measurement is correct.”
We looked at each other quizmically then Phil said, “This stupid piece of shit!” and threw the tape measure in the dumpster.
I climbed out and we walked back to the truck and we laffed and laffed and laffed.
Freeky dreem, no?
Please let me know what you ingest so you can have dreams like that. Mine are about Cederq, and they all turn out to be nightmares.
Man, I could suggest psychiatric therapies thirty ways to Sunday for that admission. How long have you had these Cederq dreams? Is this an unsated and unsatisfied desire manifesting just recently, or, has this been maturing over a lengthy time?
I said that they were nightmares. My only desire is for them to end. So go get your freak on somewhere else.
It’s nice to know you’re all as fucked up as I am.
Phil shaves his head and that’s him
I dream of Russians and they’re not nightmares. Usually driving around. Probably watched too many “Crazy Russian dash cam videos”. It could be worse. I think I might have dreamed about Filthie, but pretty sure it was black powder related. I need to upgrade my dreamer. Wonder what vaxxers dream about.
I only have to add, if that was my t-shirt there would be holes in the shoulders.
I had to get up 4 times overnight to drain the lizard so suffice to say I’m tired.
I was sitting in my desk chair this morning and fell dead asleep.
Woke up when my wife came in to tell me something.
While sleeping I had a dream.
Though I have never met Phil, in my dream him and me were driving across town in his truck to measure a dumpster.
His truck was a mid 50’s Chevy in rough shape but ran good and the seat springs didn’t dig into my ass too bad.
We got to the dumpster and he got a tape measure out of his pocket that he got from a box of stuff someone had given him.
We had to measure how deep the dumpster was, and it was mostly empty, so I jumped up on it got down in there.
Phil leaned over the top and handed me the end of the tape and I held it to the floor.
Then I stood up and let go of the tape, and leaned over the top while Phil finaggled with the tape.
He was reading something on the backside of the tape measure.
This tape measure had 2 tapes in it, one on each side going in opposite directions.
He said, “OK, it says I’m supposed to pull the 2nd tape out equidistance to the 1st one.”, so he did that.
I stood there watching him.
When he pulled the 2nd tape out the 1st one was automatically pulled back into the case.
Then he read some more on the back of the case.
Phil said, “If the 1st tape is recoiled all the way back into the case and the measurement on the 2nd tape is identical to the 1st one that will verify the measurement is correct.”
We looked at each other quizmically then Phil said, “This stupid piece of shit!” and threw the tape measure in the dumpster.
I climbed out and we walked back to the truck and we laffed and laffed and laffed.
Freeky dreem, no?
Please let me know what you ingest so you can have dreams like that. Mine are about Cederq, and they all turn out to be nightmares.
Man, I could suggest psychiatric therapies thirty ways to Sunday for that admission. How long have you had these Cederq dreams? Is this an unsated and unsatisfied desire manifesting just recently, or, has this been maturing over a lengthy time?
I said that they were nightmares. My only desire is for them to end. So go get your freak on somewhere else.
It’s nice to know you’re all as fucked up as I am.
Phil shaves his head and that’s him
I dream of Russians and they’re not nightmares. Usually driving around. Probably watched too many “Crazy Russian dash cam videos”. It could be worse. I think I might have dreamed about Filthie, but pretty sure it was black powder related. I need to upgrade my dreamer. Wonder what vaxxers dream about.
I only have to add, if that was my t-shirt there would be holes in the shoulders.