Dang, and I came to post my own metachat dream. I'm glad I finally made it into someone else's dreams! (even if only to rap).

I dreamt last night that I was being hired as a writer for Chappelle's Show. We had one or two meetings where nothing happened. Dave was there, but we didn't get anything done, and he wasn't taking new material until March... but in the dream I said after I'd gotten home, "Hey it's March now! Maybe he meant May?" so I guess it's possible to know what the actual date is in a dream; even if it's maybe a bit slow. I need to read up on the research re: conception of time in dreams.

I guess until I got my own place I was staying with my mother in Northern Jersey (where I swore I'd never return). For some reason, I had to drive this huge garbage truck down a really icy hill. I spun it out, and it flipped on its side. When I pulled myself out (mostly unharmed but a bit sore), who was there but Specklet! She made sure I got home and I invited her in, my mom made her some coffee, and we chatted about this that and the other thing until way too late at night. And yes, that's all that happened (I have very boring dreams, trust me).

Huh, I guess maybe that could have gone on my livejournal. In the dream there was more Specklet, but it was mostly just us talking, and about what I can't remember. Oh well. *waves to Specklet*

YOU BROKE WINO'S LIGHTER?!?!?!?!

ARGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!

You broke wino's lighter? I'ma hafta fuck you up, now.

Hey, speaking of lighters; did I end up with your white Bic Friday night, jonmc?

And it was a real honor and a pleasure to be your assistant, rainbaby. I hope we get a chance to work together again. Keep me in mind for your next dream job.

Yes, hugh, you did. I was bumming lights all the way to Staten, man.

Well, I promise it won't be used (for any normal cigarettes) until I return it to you.