Goin a Little Crazy
I definitely would like to thank my other writing half and bestie, Marcus , because your creativity invaded my sleep. Then again, I did have ice cream for dinner while reading Writer with a Day Job. I dreamt that I was being chased by a new friend because Rihanna was chasing him and I ended up running to Brooklyn. Keep in mind that 90 minutes by car is probably 30 hours on foot. I couldn't help but laugh as I was running from the guy who was running from Rihanna. It turns out that the motivation behind such running fury had to do with barbeque sauce...and guess what I ended up having for dinner a few days later? Honey barbeque chicken wings :0). Fresh from my over-active imagination, I concluded why I was having these dreams. Gas prices, unemployment are going up with everyone's blood pressure, people feel the need to curse everyone out for something, and there are times when you just want to be left alone. Laughing seems to be a helpful remedy so recalling silly dreams have...