Friday, December 4, 2009

I want to be a Pixar Secret Agent!

Night of December 3rd, 2009
Palm Harbor, FL
Lucid

Wow where to begin? Damn, I wish I could remember it all. This morning was crazy with my sister leaving for school and my brother leaving for skating and then I had to be up for the dishwasher guy coming in.

Well I think it starts with me on the revamped Kumba ride. They redesigned the roller coaster so it now has an underground section with the animatronic wolf from The Neverending Story. When I get off two people came up (I recognized one but for his sake I will leave him unidentified) and offered me and my Dad chocolate milk. It was REALLY CREEPY! They gave us the glasses like if we didn't take them we would tarnish their honor. After that ordeal someone tells me Pixar is hiring secret agents. I sign up and get hired. Now what does a secret agent do for Pixar? I have no idea. Next thing I know I am undercover in a clothing store. This very attractive mom comes in, very well dressed, and buys two blouses and then tells the sales lady she wants to buy me too. The saleslady rings me up. I didn't know I was for sale. I bring her stuff out to her car and shes says I can go- she bought me to get me out of that store. Well this is where I decide that if this MILF is going to "buy" me I am getting something out of it. I seduce her into making out and then the dream goes black. I remember clearly this moment- it was just like a blackout in a movie. You decide what happens there because the next thing I know I fixing a drawer in my brother's room that he busted up pretty badly. I have no idea how you break the inner workings of a dresser but he did. More happened after this but this is sadly where I have trouble remembering things due to the constant slamming of doors while people are coming and going.

Let it be known that unfortunately Kate Beckinsale did not play the MILF in my dream. When I did a Google image search for "MILF" pictures of Britney Spears came up and I wouldn't touch that with a ten foot pole. This is much better.

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