18 Sept 2007

Last night I dreamt:
Brian and I are at a hotel. There is all this tuna, large frozen tuna bodies all over these banquet tables. It's night and we are wrapping the fish up in table clothes that barely cover them. We fill our car, a VW bus and head home. We are in Denver and it is snowing, so the roads are slippery and the car is very heavy and the roads are more like Seattle's roads with steep hills and sharp corners. Finally we get to the apartment complex where we live and we sneak the fish in. Once inside we have all these drugs and are totally vegged out on the couch in front of the TV.