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Thursday, November 10, 2005
what did I eat last night?
So last night I dreampt that Stan and I were going to a concert. Being the cheapstake that I am I was wanting to avoid paying a lot of money to go and I realized (not sure how) that the venue was in serious need of cement and that if you took cement to the concert and gave it to them that you would then get a free seat. Sweet, huh? So of course, I bought some cement...and apparently I rented a cement truck because I remember having the cement in the truck, which makes sense, cause how else can you transport a lot of cement?

So Stan picks me up in his car and we head off to the concert. The streets are crowded and I think we were in a city somewhere in a foreign country with very non-descript scenery. Suddenly, I remember the cement. I guess I was having second thoughts as to whether or not the deal was serious. Go figure. So I'm like, "hey, does the venue at the concert need cement?" And Stan's like, "Yeah, I think they need a lot of it." I'm like, "Shit, I bought all this cement and I left it back at my place (in the cement truck, remember--dammit, I'm a total dumbass in my dream!)." Stan's worried we're going to have to go back and we've driven for quite a while and it's slow going because of the crowds. It was a dumb point for me to remember. I should have remembered earlier. Dammit. "I paid like $50 for it." Which is really stupid because the whole fucking point of getting the cement was to avoid paying a lot for the concert. Shit. I'm such a dumbass!

Then we arrive at the venue and are looking for parking. The lot is mostly concrete. Could've used more cement I suppose. The end.

So, what the hell? I don't think I've ever had a more random, pointless dream in my life. I did see a cement truck today.

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