That was possibly the weirdest dream I have ever had, in my life. Here goes:
Me and two of the KITH boys (who are in their old lady drag from the “Rusty” skit) were running around Lake Crystal. Yeah, that one. The one featured in all those films about psycho, hard to kill maniacs stalking NYV**.
Jason – being played by “Sloth” from The Goonies – is circling around the cabin that we are hiding in. We have already whapped him on the head with iron skillets a couple of times. It has stunned him but, he is relentless.
There is some confusion in the dream about this next part. Apparently, we have found a car. The only problem is that Sloth/Jason is blocking our route to said car. The only thing we have left as far as weapons go is a round dozen of Pico de Gallo pies. They are laid out on a backing sheet, on the floor near the door of the cabin. We start our run towards the car, throwing pies like mad. Tomatoes, onions and pie shell are flying.
And, that’s about when I woke up.
Apparently the dream gnomes have been smoking crack.
* What the friggety fuck?
** That’s nubile young virgins, btw.
The Process 
The spirits say…avoid tomatoes and onions and pico before bedtime.
Yeah, I had pizza. That’s it. Crack, I tell ya. Little red-capped buggers with a pipe in their hands and mayhem in their hearts.
I think your dream gnomes have been partying with my dream gnomes.
It’s okay- I have dreams about Scott Thompson, too.
*boner*
And who wouldn’t? I mean, really!
I always wanted to lose my man-cherry to Scott. I ended up having to settle for a Laotian DJ who went to the same Catholic School as me.
You went to Catholic school?!
I think I’m in love. Man…all that guilt. ; >
lol, yup. you think that’s bad? the priest who was the head of the parish/school was named Father Adams. now i just call him dad. talk about a mindfuck. i was despised by everyone there in my last half a year.
Yikes. *comforts you and pats your back*
Maybe we should just switch to Church of England (or as some call it, Church of the Psychotic Bastard). I hear they have people made of jam there.
Meh…..it all turned out well enough in the end. Frank is more of a dad than my real father ever was. Besides, I still consider myself a Roman Catholic, even if I never take eucharist, go to confession, attend mass, or pick up the bible. I do refrain from meat on Fridays during Lent, though. =P