Insomnia Blogging: These Dreams of Poo

I was awake for a bit this morning. I did manage to get back to sleep eventually. But in my sleep, I had dreams. Weird dreams. Dreams that made Charlemagne seem normal.

Remembering dreams is always harder than it seems, but here’s the key points:

• Working at Walmart sucks, especially when you aren’t allowed to leave the store and must sleep there. To make matters worse, somebody was sleeping in my bed.
• Why would somebody drive four hours everyday just to work at Walmart. You gotta figure, in a four hour drive in any direction, there should be a closer Walmart location.
• Having dreams of having insomnia is just as bad as insomnia.
• Why would anybody learn to speak Italian if they’re not actually Italian?
• This Walmart has a pretty low ceiling.

That’s right folks. I dreampt about working at Walmart. Absurd surrealism or chilling vision of the future…

Feel free to interpret this dream anyway you’d like.

This does suck quite a bit. I don’t sleep very much, and when I do, I have weird dreams. Why can’t I have normal dreams? Simple dreams. Dreams about having sex with hot chicks. No, I gotta have dreams about finding people sleeping in my bed, at Walmart, thus causing my dream me from not getting any sleep.

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Another blog post has come my way that is hot. Totally hot. Award hot. This award for hotness goes to Grace of There’s a Land That I See for her post My Man is Back.

This WhatIGotSoFar Would Do Me Award is well deserved. How often is somebody willing to call a grown man “My poor baby.” Especially a man with his two front teeth knocked out. Getting the oogily-googilies for a guy with no teeth is hot.

And it shows there may be hope for me yet.