I haven’t been sleeping very well lately. I’m not sure why this is. I’ve been exercising fairly regularly, which normally makes me sleep better and not worse. However, one side effect of this periodic waking up is that I’ve been remembering more of my dreams.
Last night, my sub-conscience gave me quite the doozy of a dream/nightmare.
So, in my dream we were driving somewhere with my Dad. Kristian and someone else were in the back-seat and I was riding shotgun. All of a sudden, I find out that we have to pick up Lindsey Lohan. Ugh! Lindsey Lohan! Why is she riding with us? Can’t she take a limo?
My Dad tells me to get into the back seat, so that Lindsey can ride shot-gun. No way. I am not giving up my seat for Lindsey fucking Lohan. I start complaining that I don’t want to ride bitch, that Lindsey is a skank who never wears panties and how I don’t want her to get crabs all over the front seat. My Dad and Kristian tell me that they are really disappointed in me for saying such unkind things and refusing to give up my seat.
I woke up in a total panic, afraid that I
a) might have hurt poor Miss Lohan’s feelings and
b) that I might have caught something nasty from her.
I have no idea what it means that I’m dreaming about Lindsey Lohan.
She is a skank with no panties. I’d be afraid of catching something too.
Dammit, now I’m going to dream about Lindsey Lohan tonight…