Thugs give hugs.

I don't want to be one of those people who blog about their dreams. Although I could rival Hunter S. Thompson's works with the crazy shit that goes on in my head when I sleep, I just think its a stupid thing to blog about. But, the following is what happens when I spent the majority of the weekend watching Weeds, reading David Sedaris and working. oh, and couple that with the brain damage I got from the shots I did on Friday.

So, I am hanging out at the morgue. That's right. Just me, going to watch some dead things on a sunny afternoon. While I am there--oh, and I was dressed really cute in a pencil skirt. My subconscious really wants one---I find this section where it is sort of like a hospice. These people are doomed. Like, obvs., if you are sent to a unit in the morgue, you're hope-level is pretty much going to be shot. The almost-dead are covered in yellow, green and red blankets. If they are in red they are dead, green really almost dead, yellow, pretty much dead. So I am walking around trying to see if there is any of these people that need anything or want to talk and i find a gangster thug hanging out under one of the yellow blankets, all burnt up. He starts talking about his baby and how its mother threw scalding water on him. so i find the baby under a red blanket and go back to tell him. Suddenly, a full blown gang fight breaks out. These thugs are climbing out of the blankets and trying to break out of the morgue. My yellow blanket buddy starts a fire with his bare hands (there's heroes) and after a lot of police dodging, we make it out of the morgue and hole up in his drug den in Compton or wherever. Now I am in a Weeds episode, trying to get along in an environment I am totally uncomfortable with. So, I make my own mark, and by the end of the dream, I am driving around in a cute dress, throwing up gang signs to fellas dressed in pink and green plaid golf outfits, or hipsters in scarves and glasses, all of these thugs transformed by fashion instead of colors. I felt I had really made a difference.

So, while I was writing this, I became very aware of how strange I am. I hope I enlightened the four of you as well.