holy monkey crap. i just remembered a couple of the plethora of freaky-ass dreams i experienced last night.

but first, did you see talking heads play at their rock-n-roll hall-o-fame induction last night? no? big mistake. no driving on the highway of fire for you.

on to things slightly weirder than david byrne. dream one involved living in a very tiny odd duplex with me and skanzo in one half, fu and squeek in the other half. these are very small halves i'm talking bout here. and they were joined together in a freaky L shape with this little back-porch thing - more like a florida-room i guess they'd call it. like a room with one wall being the back of the house and the other three just screens. but i guess the four of us treated it like our combined living room cause we had some three couches and a tv back there. (the place had a real DOG-JOYS feel to it, for those of you who know what that means.)

so, i had my two dogs in our side of the house, so fu decides to bring his two dogs to live with them. now my dogs are super tiny. they could live in the most extreme manhattan closet happily. fu's dogs on the other hand (these are dream dogs, 'member. to my knowledge, he has no real-life dogs.) are huge. they are these enormous versions of airedale terriers. i mean crikey, these mothers stood like four-and-a-half feet at the shoulder and pure muscle.

so i guess the fu and squeek decide after a bit that these babes are too big for their little home, so we decide to convert the indoor-outdoor back room for the dogs. we leave one of the couches and move the others out. after it's all set up, i mention that we might want to fashion a doggy door for them so they can get out to yard and do their business. fu looks confused. i'm like, 'you know, poo?' and he's all, 'ooooh yeah. no, my dogs don't poo. ever.'

end dream one.

dream two abbreviated had something to do with a dude going around all the time dressed like the count from sesame street. only a body-builder version. so he had the fangs, eddie-munster do and all, but was wearing gold briefs under the cape. and um seemed to have his muscles somewhat um ... oiled up.

end dream two.

i am also considering putting an end to my nightly habit of smoking crack just before bed.

btw, my fave talking heads song is (nothing but) flowers and my favorite lyric from that song?
"years ago, i was angry young man. i'd pretend that i was billboard. standing tall by the side of the road, i fell in love with a beautiful highway."