I forced my friend, Karen, to go with me to the gym and try to get her listed on our family membership pass by telling them that she was my retarded sister who lived with us.
All the way over in the car she kept getting really upset that I was making her wear a protective helmet out in public. It reminded me of the “Bring out your dead” scene in Monty Python’s “Holy Grail” where the geezer kept saying, “I don’t want to get on the cart!”. Seriously, all it was lacking was some fifth-covered dude named Dennis beating a cat against a carpet in the background and dorks beating coconuts together while arguing about the velocity of a laden swallow. It could have also used some of the chicks from the Castle Anthrax that have nothing to do but bathe and make exciting underware, but apparently this wasn’t THAT kind of dream…
In the end, I woke up with the revelation that I have quite the bigoted subconscious going on.
I am not sure that I want to analyze what this dream says about me, but I am pretty sure it classifies me in the category of someone who is most likely going to hell.
“..category of someone who is most likely going to hell.”
or someon who had one to many night-caps!
Don’t try to analyze your dreams…. just have fun remembering how weird they are!
I still feel violated.
you WERE violated Karen… that is why we are all going to retaliate!
OMG! This post is so funny.
Thanks, LL, I needed that.
We’re not laughing at you, Karen, we’re laughing with you. ; )
Poor Karen. Even when you’re asleep she can’t get a break.
I wouldn’t try to analyze it to much. I will mention that on nights I dream about segregation in the south I end up waking up to middle of the night sex. It’s so odd I can’t even tell you.
Last week my husband said he had several dreams involving him having sex with celebrities. One was Paris Hilton. I told him I was never having sex with him after that- ewwww!
Also, I once made out with Tom Cruise and Mel Brooks in the same dream- and I really can’t stand either of them! They have to be some of my least favorite celebs- next to Paris Ho-town. Grrr…
Now am I wrong but I’m guessing you don’t have a “retarded sister” at home, do you? :) I love analyzing my dreams–my husband and I “interpret” each others’ dreams for fun and it’s a hoot.
I think you had a touch of Scrooge’s supper perhaps?
Ha, ha! It was probably “A crumb of cheese”, Tim.
Charli-Mel BROOKS???!!!!
Holy cow. I feel better now.
Snicker.
So funny! We got Monty Python and the Holy Grail for Christmas.
Did I say Mel Brooks? Heh. That IS gross. I meant that crazy ass Mel Gibson. I am feeling pretty stupid right now…
so lets make it worse by telling you that my birthday is next week and I share it with NEIL DIAMOND!!! Oh, and Oral Roberts! Who names their kid Oral, anyways?! I think they have three options when they grow up, and only one is something your parents can be proud of …
dude! Neil rocks my WORLD!
I know- that’s why I said it- just for you!
That, and to draw the attention away from me falsly claiming to have dreamt a make out session with an old gezzer… eeeewwww!!!!!! No, I dream of sucking face with CRAZY MEN!!!!!!