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teacup of sunshine
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Join Date: Mar 2008
Location: curator of the WTFbus museum
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Mar 23rd, 2009, 10:57 AM
I had a Mitch Hedberg dream once. I was on a frozen-over parking lot, sliding on my knees, pushing myself along with an oar or stick or something. I passed a car, and since the back door was open I peeked inside. Mitch Hedberg was there in the back seat, shooting up.
I said, "Hey Mitch", and he gave me the finger. I chuckled and said something like "Oh, you" and paddled on.
A couple of nights ago I had a dream in which my grandmother, who died at the beginning of the month, appeared and told me to go clean out her refrigerator. As far as the possibility that the dead actually appear to the living in dreams, I'm not ready to rule that one out. However, I was a strange choice:
1) I live 4 hours away, whereas many of my cousins live 10 mins away and are much more capable.
2) My grandfather is still living and can probably handle disposing of rotten food.
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