Dream Log: December 5, 2000 (idea) by jessicapierce

The mayor of Whoville was distraught when Garrison Keillor started kissing me between my breasts. I wasn't happy about it either. I pretended to be asleep.
made with seven different kinds of apple!
Fox Mulder told everyne who called that he couldn't be bothered, he was working on a Very important project, which turned out to be a cart to pull behind his bike. It was important for the case.
He'd flown his assistant to Marietta though he knew he wouldn't be there to consult with him, he'd be in jail by then. We all laughed about it.
As Russian immigrants we needed somewhere to stay. All the places looked at us and said he could stay but I couldn't. We ended up living under a Christmas tree in a parking lot. As soon as he left, I went out to look for work. The drugstore man did not like my broken English and threw me back out onto the street.
Even the kids knew that surf movie didn't make any damn sense.