If anyone can read this, then tell me what it fuckin means cause I have no idea.

I'll get a better picture soon.

So it was a big night. I did work, had a few disagreements here and there over the course of the day. I was not what you would call "in a state of clarity". Shit was going to leak out and in the most detrimental way, so I decided that it would be in my best interest to leave a notepad on my bedside. You know, to laugh at the next morning. Not because I was expecting total anti-christ scribbles, or words such as "Drink" or "Blood" or"Satan" all in one sentence. No, nothing like that. Just for shits. So off I drift into the night and from what I can make out of the scribbles and remember, here's what happened.

I was well dressed. Pin stripe suit. I smelled good. I sat alone in what seemed like a bar/lounge room, listening to what seemed like an artsy band, totally into what they do. Something like what Tool is becoming, or what Radiohead is trying to be. A nice swirl of each. As the singer peaks on one note, what seemed like pillars began rising on each corner of the stage. On top of each pillar was a trumpeter, tromboner (heh heh...tromboner) and other players all turning the chilled environment into a swing like groove. Something like Benny Goodman. (That song that they played in "The Mask". You know, dont pretend you don't. When he was wearing the yellow suit. A little off topic but that's what I mean.) Anyways, the singer wasn't pleased. Some jerk from the crowd, dressed like he was a cartoon promoting the U.S election, somewhat like the Uncle Sam apparel, stood up and, using the same 4 letters, rearranged them to fit different situations. First saying the band all had ugly MUGS (at the point when he said mugs, a bulb-lit sign saying MUGS lit up along the wall), then right after told them to stop looking so SMUG (holding up a cardboard sign with the word SMUG written in silver glitter). He did it a few more times but the rearrangements didn't make sense, and everything seems to make sense in your sleep. Anyways, the singer snaps and chases down the dick, and the lounge scene suddenly turns into an opera scene. White pillars, wreaths of flowers draped from wall to wall, and a long set of white stairs leading to nothing. Chased to the top of the stairs, the dick jumps, turning into three men, and floated down to the ground, each with a different umbrella. One shaped like a cooked egg, another like a sausage, and the last like a piece of toast. Not being very aerodynamic, they crashed to the floor and I was surrounded by a haze. I'm not quite sure where I went from here but I then remember myself submerged to the briny deeps of the ocean. In cartoon form of course. It was there, amongst my sea friends Spongebob and Squidward where I was in an involved conversation with Spongebob and how he stole a bucket of paint from wherever the devil they sell paint underwater. I know this deviates from his Dudley-Do-Right character but it happened. So here the yellow box was boasting about this and that and eventually told Squid to watch his place while he was gone. He said something about turning it into a "pineapple penthouse" and having all the aqueous chicks over at his place while Sponge is gone, or whatever the fuck. He also made a joke about having a 9th tentacle (which some might not get, but hopefully you caught his drift). "Madness", I thought. I didn't know what to make of anything. And it ended there. I awoke only to giggle gleefully and scribble something on my biology lecture book. I then passed out and woke up at 9 am, with a full 10.5 hours of sleep (and how!).