The Lady In the Infomercial Just Referred to Cucumbers as "Cyooks"

It's 2:13 am and I'm awake. This is probably because I slept for five hours today after serving the homeless green beans. This has got me thinking about dreams and how our brains compose our dreams. Looking back on the dreams I've had in the past several weeks, I think about how trippy they have been and why they are the way they are. Dreams are suppose to be recollections of our day to day lives, or things that we unconsciously wish or desire. Yet, a majority of the dreams that take place in my head usually are things that I would never imagine. For instance, today I dreamt that I was going to prom with this guy I went to Israel with. Before prom we were going to eat at Sweet Tomatoes, but it was a kosher Sweet Tomatoes and we had to walk down this long corridor (it looked similar to the place you wait in before riding Space Mountain)  to get there. Once we got there it was very crowded and even more difficult to obtain food. I should also mention that my escort and I were all lovey-dovey while waiting in line. This is so obscure mainly because I have no romantic interests toward this individual and prom is long gone. Since I'm on a role on this dream thing, I might as well bore you with the dream I encountered last night. So, I was chilling out with this individual who I will refer to as the "Eggman." Well the Eggman and I were hanging in the sunroom of a particular friend's place of residence (we were in their sunroom to be exact). This friend has very strict and anal parentals and we always have to be careful when we're over at their house. So, in the sunroom, the Eggman and I decided to smoke a joint ( I'm not a habitual pot-smoker). We didn't give a care what this friend's parents thought or what would happen if we were caught. We were free and carefree and didn't give a shit in the world what anyone thought. It was the essence of beauty. Do you ever have those dreams that something happens that suspends the barriers of reality? Something occurs that would never happen on this planet, but when you experience it in your dream you get that weird crazy-ass feeling that is really hard to actually put in words. After I wake up and fade out of my post-sleep state, (this usually requires the assistance of coffee) this feeling is overcome by a sense of depression. Not I-Need-Zoloft depression, but a depression that occurs when you realize perfection is a theory. It can exist in very small amounts, but never to the extent that is will in our dreams. 

Enough with this philosophical ramblings. Its long, tedious, and boring and is definitely not worth your time to read. Please note todays post is poorly written. It's time for me to hit the hay...nighty-nite :)