I think there’s something weird going on inside my head, because my subconscious has been coming up with some pretty strange dreams lately. Check out these dreams I had over the past two nights (without the aid of drugs, even!):
1. Jimmy Fallon was following me around, trying to hang out with me because he desperately wanted to be my friend, even though I’m not so much a fan of his. He kept trying to push me to put his cell phone number in my cell phone, and I was making up excuses and changing the subject because I didn’t want to. Finally, he followed me to Starbucks, where he tried to buy my drink for me and also buy all these Starbucks pastries for me even though I kept telling him I didn’t want the pastries, I was trying to lose weight.
2. I was in the CIA… but it was the Alias version of the CIA. I was working with Agent Vaughn to try to save the world (as usual), and he was communicating with me via text messaging—which I suck at and I hate doing. He’s blitzing away, sending me these superfast messages, and I’m trying to relay the information to my fellow CIA agents at my position, but when they tell me to respond to him, I keep screwing up the text message and having to start over. I was getting really freaked out because, well, I didn’t want anything to blow up and I didn’t want Vaughn to get killed or anything, and I knew that if anything went awry, it would be my fault for not getting the info out quickly enough.
Oy. I think the lesson here is, stay away from Jimmy Fallon and the CIA. They will do me no good.
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