Dream
I am blogging this upon Scott’s request.
Last night must have been the night of weird dreams. Boyd was just over here and he was saying how he had one of those dreams were he was bawling the whole time. He woke up in a bad mood that he just couldn’t shake. When he left I told Scott that I had a bad dream as well. Here’s how the conversation went:
me: I had a dream that I was trapped in a air duct and this scary guy was crawling toward me. He could make the floor spark with his fingertips and he looked like he wanted to eat me alive.
Scott: How did you get in there?
me: Denzel Washington led me in there!
You know what put me in the worst mood when I woke up? It wasn’t the fact that I had just had a nightmare. It was the fact that before last night I was under the impression that Denzel was a nice guy! He completely sold me out in my dream. I have always liked Denzel for his conservative values and somewhat Christian world view but not anymore. I will never forget what he did to me…in my dream.
