I had a dream last night.
It was like How I Met Your Mother, except that the cast was way different. It was me, Jean (dammitjean), and a combination of NPH and my friend Johnny, who looks like the lovechild of my ex-roommate Mike and my friend Susannah (fightingwindmills). We were in a bar that looked like a combination of the basement I’m currently in, the bar from the show, and a bar from Harry Potter (not any specific one, just the general feel).
I don’t remember too much in particular, but there were a bunch of gay guys who were tripping on acid, and Johnny/NPH was trying to hit on them, but they weren’t being too responsive because they thought he was a cat. I got too drunk and passed out on the floor, and Jean safety pinned a note to my shirt that said, “Please Do Not Kick My Friend, Stevie Elec Tronic A.” Apparently, not only can I not hold my booze in my dreams, but my last name starts with an A and my middle names are Elec and Tronic. And apparently, in my dreams, nobody can read signs, because I woke up when someone kicked me. I actually felt it in my back and flung across the floor a bit toward Logan.
This too
Goodnight
