5/15/08: Dream Log Drunken Lullaby

Okay... I just had the most twisted & fucked up dream I've ever had...
I was this steroid using freak, who had that Steven Segal hair thing going on, the ponytail...
I met this light-skinned drag-queen who wanted to be a cat. We went back to her place where I fell in love with her dark-skinned brother.
She & I had this sort of S&M sexual relationship, that was mostly verbally abusing one another. The brother & I barely saw one another.
Then we all worked in a grocery together, where I tried to escape.
Then, when caught, I reveal that I had tons of plastic surgery to keep looking good. Only they took the excess skin & pulled it to the center of my body where it was just left in hanging folds that had suppurating sores.
At the end, she had completely been surgically altered to be a cat, & looked like a duracell person up top. She had six nipples, but no one would play with the bottom four.
Then I flshed back to our happier days when I met them. They wrote Irish jingles for Guinness, which I sang in a horrible accent.

How in the hell does a mind create that scenario?
Dude... It must be scary in my head.

5/15/08: Dream Log Drunken Lullaby