My dreams are ever so tempting

I've got a story to write this weekend along with everything else in the world that I have to read. But the story is the big one. I keep throwing ideas around and refuting them. I want to write a "funny" story, but I haven't been able to reproduce that style in a while. It's about as frustrating as finding a house made of candy and food and not being able to eat it because it's your best friend's parent's house and when they see you outside they take you in and tie you up in the oven and realize that your best friend and his family are going to sink their teeth into you after you finish cooking.

Meanwhile on the front lines of the dream world (or should I say the air lines):

So this one has only a couple weird elements. I'm hanging out with some friends and we're drinking and the party is about over. Everyone seems to be settling down and getting tired. The "house" or room is actually in an airplane. Something like a huge commercial jet. 747 or so. I'm lying on one of the couches just relaxing. So then this other plane pulls up next to us. Logically it could be fueling us up. Illogically it could be a delivery plane or just some neighbors. Anyway, here is the weird part. While I'm still on the couch the dream changes point of view. Most of my dreams are in 3rd person, usually the "camera" right behind my head. At least that's how I remember them. So the "camera" takes off from me and shows this girl down at the tail end of the room. She opens the door to the outside. Nothing crazy happens like the air being sucked out. It's just kind of windy. But the plane across from us has its door down too and the "camera" switches again to this other guy in the doorway of the other plane. He is motioning for her to come across. A couple of other people jump across to the other plane. I should say that the planes are maybe ten feet away from each other. And the doors open down so that you walk across them. There's a small jump in the middle between the two doors. So she declines a few times. and she starts shutting the door. It's automatic by the way. And he says something that she doesn't hear so she steps out on the door as it's folding up and gets caught between the door and the plane. She still says that she won't go. The door opens and she gets back in the plane and shuts it again.

That's pretty weird I'd say for my dream to leave boring old me. It's my dream. If my dream camera doesn't stick with me I don't know what will. And I control it (subconsciously, but still). I think what this dream is trying to tell me is to remain more in control when getting drunk. Right. Don't let my consciousness float off to check out something else.

How are you feeling? Ready for the icing on the cake? Horrorscope:

You'll be tied up in bureaucracy all day. Yours and other people/companies/society's. You'll think there's no end. Then there will be an end. And you will want to celebrate. But just then you're in even more bureaucracy. Sucks to be you. It'll make the DMV look like drive thru at a fast food business. It isn't a restaurant. Restaurants sell things that generally won't kill you. Don't get on a boat. Jupiter is doing a cartwheel so the fluids in your ears will be messing up giving you bad balance. You'll end up like the guy in A Wonderful Life. Cold, one eared hearing, and a crazy man that follows you around saying he's an angel and for some reason no one knows who you are anymore.

You can do anything you want, but if other people don't like it they will do whatever they want to you.

my nights are more interesting than my days,
LQ