My Mad Dreamings

This is a dream I had last night. It freaked the living shit out of me.

So I was waiting to board a plane, a plane flown by Japan Air, strangely, because I seem to recall that we were leaving Omaha. I was already quite torn up because I worried that the tote bag I had put all my things into [dumb idea #1] and checked [dumb idea #2] had tipped over and my bear, Squishy, would be left to his own abandon, and I would never see him ever again. The Japanese had decided that they needed to pack us all into the plane very quickly, completely disregarding the idea of assigned seats, because this plane was "still testing" and they needed to fly it just "real quick" before landing again and organizing us. And I was like "WTF!" but I sat down anyway, next to this very angsty and fat woman who actually belonged in first class. Then they strapped us all in and the next thing I knew, it was exactly like I was the hood ornament on this plane. Blame it on my eyes, but I swear to God. Have you ever seen those videos that they take of mountains and lakes? Yes, well, it was like I was the camera. And I was hanging so very very many feet off the ground. But this plane was testing. So it was very necessary that the plane do several dips and loops and flying through holographic images with "1 up!" written on them. God.

This was not the end of the dream, however. Somehow we were returned to ground, and I immediately hit the local mall, where Fall Out Boy was holding a meet-and-greet slash American Idol tryout. And Diantha was there. She didn't invite me. I somehow encountered pretty much everyone I knew, oblivious to the fact that me and Pete Wentz were in the same department store, until I stumbled upon the waiting room for the meeters-and-greeters. It was very dark. And I suggested to Dobbl that we play a game called Spaghetti Western, in which I beat the shit out of her and she takes it graciously. I actually think that part of the game was to slide upon the marble flooring, but it mostly was me beating the shit out of Dobbl. And we were playing Spaghetti Western, and then Fall Out Boy decided to play. More like Pete Wentz and Joe Trohman decided to do kick-jumps off the wall and land on Dobbl, actually. So she was like "what the hell, fuck you!" and Joe was like "fuck you too!" and then they ran off together, leaving me and Pete to a very awkward situation in which I asked if he wanted to play Spaghetti Western with me. I don't think he did. And Andy was like "buggghhhh I'm a vegaaan."

This scared the shit out of me. Why? Because planes are not meant to be straddled. Because games are not meant to be named after crappy movie genres. Because Pete Wentz smells, and I'd never want to roll around on any floor with him.
Jason, though. That's another story.