I was staying in a run-down squat in Tucson, just north of downtown. I realized that my friend Michael lived just down the street, so I ran over to his house and knocked on his door. He was hanging out with Moose from You Can’t Do That On Television. I felt like I was interrupting something, so I went elsewhere.

Good thing I left! I might’ve gotten slimed.

Was eating in a crowded pub with family, and Lemmy was by himself at a huge back table watching sports on TV. He brandished a revolver whenever someone asked if he would be willing to move to a smaller table. People just accepted it. Eventually, Michael Stipe confronted him, and Lemmy pointed the barrel of the gun right into his chest in response. Stipe performed a swift ninjalike manoeuvre and snatched the gun out of Lemmy's hand. Lemmy conceded and went home.

goddess_of_ice wrote: Thu Mar 20, 2025 1:17 pm Stipe performed a swift ninjalike manoeuvre

I wanna see this!

Had a dream about my old job two nights ago. Was required for some reason to take a bus to get there. Geography was all wrong in my dream (my old job was in Aurora, not Waukegan) and there were super scary people on the bus that were torturing other people. I decided that I'd ride my bike from now on, which is also odd because I haven't been on a bike since 6th grade because of shit balance.

Apparently I can't keep facts straight in my dreams.

I was staying in a hostel somewhere in Indonesia. A shared bathroom was down the hall, and each time I walked to it, I kept running into an adorable blond man from Denmark. We didn't say much more than "Hello" or "Pardon me" to each other, but the attraction was palpable. On the day I was leaving, I told him, "It was nice running into you all week." He replied, "I'm going to miss you."

The sphincter muscle basically has one job: to determine whether what would like to pass is gaseous, liquid, or solid in form. I dreamt that mine failed.

I borrowed a small car, about the size of a bumper car, from John Hastie’s dad. I drove it to a Metallica concert in Tucson and brought it back with a broken headlight. John’s dad, who was a big biker-looking dude with a short temper, wasn’t happy about it. He told me the what’s-what and said I could borrow it for a couple more days, but I needed to bring it back with a new headlight, or else.

I’ve never met John’s dad, but I’m pretty sure he’s not a big buff biker dude IRL.