cracked out on Nyquil
I'm in Michigan visiting my sister. It was a looooong drive, through some not-so-pleasant weather, but I made it. Last night we went bowling! At an AMF Lanes!! And they had KARAOKE!!! Except Jess and her friends weren't old enough to get into the bar where the karaoke was. It brought back such fond memories, hearing people singing. Someone sang "Sweet Caroline," which, of course, reminded me of Carolyn, and two other girls were singing "I Love Rock and Roll," which reminded me of Britney, which reminded me of "Sometimes." Awwwww. MEMORIES!!!
I'm totally sick right now. It's awful. I have a cough and my nose is all stuffy and running and my throat HURTS. Ow. I took Nyquil last night and it totally knocked me out and made me have cracked-out dreams. Ha. First, I dreamt that I was sleeping, and this big fat guy got in bed with me and wanted to have sex, and he was trying to force me and I wouldn't let him, so I got up and ran away, and everyone was talking about me as "the girl who almost got raped."
Then (and this may have been a continuation of that dream), I hadn't showered and my hair was in a ponytail and not looking all that cute, and I was wearing this red and white dress that I had when I was a kid, only I was my age now and it fit me. And I had on green and grey striped socks. I was all mopey (perhaps from being almost raped?) and I went outside, and JC was there. Only he had looong hair. Like down past his shoulders. He was just sitting on a planter, so I went by and pouted, because I was in a pouty mood, and he didn't say anything, so I walked away and pouted somewhere else, and then came back and pouted some more, and he was like "What's wrong, Katie?" And I was so surprised he knew my name that I didn't even mind that he got it wrong and called me Katie. Ha ha. So we walked and chatted over to a food court, got some Taco Bell, and came back, just talked the whole way. And I kept thinking about how I hadn't taken a shower and my hair was gross. And that was that.
THEN I dreamt that I was maybe Hawaiian? Not sure. I had looooong dark hair and darker skin, and I was supposed to be getting married. We were doing this wedding dance where we were dressed up in bright colors and on stilts (told you I was cracked out on Nyquil), and just as I was going to the altar, I realized my older sister was not married yet, and I couldn't get married until she was. So I gathered all the single guys who were there and lined them up to try and find her a husband. And then it got REALLY, REALLY cold, and we were at the groom's house, and his parents had this pool. They got into the water because they said it warmed them up, so I got in, too, and ruined my wedding outfit. But they were right, it was warmer in the water.
And that was my night, folks. But Carolyn, I slept until almost noon!! Eastern time, so that's only 11 my time, but still. I was impressed. <.g>