Yeah, so I'm sick again, dagnabbit! And there is no Triple C at work tonight, so even if I had sick time, I couldn't call in tonight. Nothing like 12 hours of work when you can't see straight. I had the craziest NyQuil-induced dream last night/ this morning...

I had written this poem to submit it to some literary journal, and it turns out that David Lynch wanted to use it in his new movie. And he actually shot the scene with me in it. I think the poem was being read while my character got choked on a rainy street at night. I saw the rough cut of the film, and I was still in it... and I really wanted to dub it from Digibeta onto VHS (my job seeping into my dreams a little?), but the guy who was in charge of the tape wouldn't let me, because that's his job. I was pleading with him like "But this isn't the final cut. I know he's going to cut my scene and I need to have this!" He was just like "you'll get the DVD" as he pried the digibeta from my desperate hands.

It was really funny to me, because the poem was supposed to have a nautical theme. I have no idea what it was about, but I imagine it was kind of like "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner," but more relatable to modern times, and to Lynch. Therefore, it had to be pretty fucked up.

That's pretty much all I remember, except for like there being a college campus, a girl I wanted to get with and an old high school friend in a bar. I'd say maybe it was too hot for blogger, but knowing my dreams, it wasn't.