Dreams of the Insomniac

Well, I most often dream, and I saw that earlier on some people had written some dreams...I couldn't really dream up anything interesting and relevant enough to be on the blog, but last night I had an INSANE bout of Insomnia and was up until 6am when I had to get up at 7am. So I got up at 7am and then decided they could all live without me and went back to bed...this is what transpired...

Carl, Ellen, Liam and I were helping with the Hamlet show and we decided to party it up after the rehearsal. So we got the Playmakers! van (?) and decided to go for a drive. You must understand that this is a mythological van and no such van actually exists for Playmakers!. Ellen, naturally, was our driver, Carl had shotgun, and Liam and I were in the back. The middle seats had been taken out for storage room. There was a sort of fence infront of Liam and I that limited our view of what was going on ahead of us, and the windows to the sides were foggy and blurred up so we could hardly make out what was on either side of us, so we turned our seats around and watched the road behind us. We were on the highway and we were going so damned fast it was scarey. Ellen and Carl had somehow managed to get alcohol on this voyage and passed it back to Liam and I and we were all drinking to our hearts content. Edit: Just remembered that we were all smoking pot too...crazy, cause I really really don't like pot. Ellen decided it was time for some music and turned on Linken Park. Liam started panicking saying, "Guys, whenever I listen to LinkenPark something bad happens, the cops showed up at my door at school when I was listening to it" and sure enough, we got pulled over. So Liam was terrified because he had already been arrested for drinking and listening to loud music, and so we quickly pulled our seat belts on and hid our drugs and the cop came to the window. Then another one came to the other side of the window. We were right beside an exit of the highway and there were lots of cars zipping past us. The police asked Ellen AND Carl to get out of the vehicle. So they went to talk to the police, the van was still running and in the background there was Dumbshow music playing. Liam and I were scrambling to see what was going on, but the only window that provided us with a view of Ellen and Carl was blurry. We kept wiping it off but it would get blurry again so fast. All of a sudden we realized what was happening. Carl and Ellen were getting arrested!!!! A cop came to the van, we assumed to explain the situation, instead he shifted the van into Drive. So we started to roll. Liam and I started freaking out, we were going to die in the back of a Playmakers! van. For some reason it was much more tragic that it was a Playmakers! van, as if it was any other sort of van we would have just resigned ourselves to the fact that we were going to die. SO what happens is the following. Liam managed to kick the fence out from between us and the front of the van and I ran up and started steering, but the steering was crazy hard and the door was still open and my hair kept flapping in my eyes, so liam cut my hair for me and we exited the highway. The steering wheel got stuck and we ended up crashed into a wall. A little while later when I came to, Liam wasn't around. I got out of the van and started looking for him. Brendan showed up he gave me a little motorized scooter and asked me if I was going to the Daytona races to support Playmakers! and I said I would after I found Liam, and so he left and there were two huge doors with a large gold star on each of them and I heard LinkenPark coming softly from behind one and I opened it and inside there was a blue Playmakers! throne and a small stereo playing the music and it was so damned weird. I closed that and went to the other door and then Liam came running up behind me and said
"Don't open that!!! I sat in there for a while, but it was just too much...too much"
I asked "what is in there?" and our voices were kind of echoing and tinny
"l'Arche schedules. And Set...Set for miles. I started to cry" he told me
"But...your beard."
"ya," he shook his head "...It didn't help"

Mmmmm...that was my sexy dream. Totally weird, there were more things involved but I don't remember how they fit in and it seems to be falling away.

Viva La Me!

Oh! and to make things more fun, my mommy reads my Blog!
A shout out to my ma, yo! Keep it Gangsta!