{"id":1202,"date":"2009-09-19T08:27:13","date_gmt":"2009-09-19T00:27:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poagao.org\/2009\/nocturnal-submissions\/"},"modified":"2009-09-19T08:27:13","modified_gmt":"2009-09-19T00:27:13","slug":"nocturnal-submissions","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poagao.org\/2009\/nocturnal-submissions\/","title":{"rendered":"Nocturnal submissions"},"content":{"rendered":"
I got off work about the same time as Jon Stewart, and we were walking out of the building at night (obviously, this is a dream). We looked at the empty lot next door, and I mentioned that I really missed the White House, which was apparently a joke as a building strongly resembling it, which had indeed been used as a stand-in for it on TV, had stood there until recently. He said he didn’t feel like going home and wanted to go take in a game, and would I like to go, so I said sure. I followed him up bounding easily up several flights of stairs (dream) to emerge into the upper seats of a stadium, to find everyone in the stands absorbed in almost every game you can imagine, games like UNO, Chinese checkers and Battleship. I knew then something was fishy, that I must be being filmed; this was obviously something Jon had cooked up for my benefit. I could tell that everyone, though apparently concentrating on the various games, was waiting for my reaction. So I looked around, put a look of realization on my face and said loudly so that some hidden microphone could pick it up, “Wait a minute, I don’t see any rock-paper-scissors!”<\/p>\n
This was apparently a very funny thing to have said (dream). Jon came over with the camera, and we were joined by a very famous, very blond actress resembling the blonde cylon on BSG (now there’s a sentence that would have confused the hell out of me in 1980), who was wearing a glittery golden dress and, surprisingly quickly, me, as she wrapped herself around me and stage-whispered something suggestive in my ear. I thought to myself, I really should tell Jon I prefer someone more like Ice Cube or some other non-female person, but it would be a big deal and cause a scandal. Then I began to wonder how my subconscious had chosen all of this, and I started to wake up, wondering, in that strange state when dreams are fading but logic and reality has yet to take hold, why the hell I wasn’t a famous person trading quips with Stewart and writing award-winning comedies.<\/p>\n
Of course, then I really woke up, and for some reason I felt like relating this strange dream to you, as you apparently have nothing better to do right now either, and it was a really good and bizarre dream, with nothing particularly bad happening, unless you count the actress thing.<\/p>\n