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		<title>Weirdest&#8230;dream&#8230;EVER</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I just awoke from what I think is officially the dreamiest dream I’ve ever had. I’m writing it now while I still remember it. If any of you interpret dreams, maybe you can help me figure this one out.
It starts off innocently enough; I’m in Ohio visiting my family there. My uncle and cousin Bill [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I just awoke from what I think is officially the dreamiest dream I’ve ever had. I’m writing it now while I still remember it. If any of you interpret dreams, maybe you can help me figure this one out.</p>
<p>It starts off innocently enough; I’m in Ohio visiting my family there. My uncle and cousin Bill decide they want to go play darts. I was stressed out because I’d forgotten my makeup (in real life I rarely wear makeup, I didn’t even wear it to my wedding) and I totally suck at darts.</p>
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<p>When we got there, my uncle had turned into <a  href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Buscemi">Steve Buscemi</a> and my cousin had turned into a woman. In real life, my cousin is actually gay, but to the best of my knowledge he’s never wanted a sex change. Apparently he got one sometime during the car ride, and well, who the fuck knows what happened to my uncle, but he was suddenly really good at darts.</p>
<p>As my Steve Buscemi uncle was amazing everyone there with his superior darts skills, a group of <a  href="http://www.heavyashell.com/story.php?title=An_Cafe_-_Kakusei_Heroism_~The_Hero_Without_A_Name~">J-Rockers</a> came over and started hitting on Billy. (What a Japanese rock band was doing in the middle of Ohio, I’ll never know.) The flirting turned into teasing, which got out of hand, so I broke it up. After throwing a plate at them, I yelled “Hey! Billy just needs to be herself. Don’t ever fuck with anyone in my family.” That’s when this dream really goes down the rabbit hole of weirdness.</p>
<p>The J-rockers were furious and they chased me out of the bar. Once outside, I realized we were in downtown San Jose, near the convention center. The J-rockers had turned into a group of girls (not much of a change, really, but anyway.) They chased me through downtown, throwing darts at me, and telling me that if I didn’t stop they were going to sue me. I yelled back that you can’t sue a person for running, and just as I said this I ran into the door of a hotel I hadn’t seen before. It was a HUGE hotel, bigger than the Marriot in San Jose (which is 26 floors).</p>
<p><img class="aligncenter" src="http://www.cdengineers.com/portfolio/gallery/SanJoseMarriott.jpg" alt="The Marriot in San Jose from www.cdengineers.com" /><br /><em>The Marriot in San Jose from <a  href="http://www.cdengineers.com/portfolio/land/commercial.html">www.cdengineers.com</a></em></p>
<p>On the doors hung a “KEEP OUT” sign, but I walked in anyway.</p>
<p>The instant I closed the door behind me everything fell totally silent. There wasn’t another person in sight, only a huge, sprawling lobby. Instantly I noticed the decor was a very old style, like a hotel from the early 1900&#8217;s. The center of the hotel was open to the sky, so that it looked like a gigantic straw with rooms all along the edges. In the center of the room there was a huge, cube-shaped glass tank up on stilts, about 50 feet in the air, with a tiny ladder leading up to the top, but I had no time to look at that now. Quickly I darted down a set of stairs to my left which led through a door and into a very small, tight hallway which became smaller and smaller until it was barely a crawlspace. At the end of the crawlspace there was a door through which I could hear the sound of an older woman humming. I looked under the door and saw two feet—one was the foot of a young girl in Sunday clothes (white stalking, little black tap-dance type shoes) and the other foot was that of a dog. I had barely enough time to think wtf? When the door burst open and there was a wolf glaring at me. The wolf, standing on its hind legs and holding a tub of lipstick, had three normal legs and one human girl leg.</p>
<p><img class="aligncenter" src="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/2394/wolfwomance3.jpg" alt="" /><em></em></p>
<p><em>artist&#8217;s rendering of wolf woman. Media: MS Paint.</em></p>
<p>It appeared she had been putting on makeup, and was now incredibly angry that I had disturbed her. I hustled back down the crawlspace as fast as I could, running when I was able to. No matter how fast or slow I went, the wolf was just behind me, barking and frothing at the mouth. I ran through several doors and hallways of different sizes until I stumbled upon a ladder and began crawling up.</p>
<p>I went up through a few floors and then realized I was back in the lobby, crawling up the ladder which led to the tank. The inside of the tank was much bigger than the outside; it was a very large, snowy field. I walked along, wondering what the hell kind of hotel this was, when suddenly I saw a polar bear, sitting on a rock, reading children’s stories out loud to himself. When he saw me, he let out a huge roar, which sounded to me a lot like him saying “READ!!” but I didn’t move.</p>
<p><img class="aligncenter" src="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/4698/polarbeargn7.png" alt="" /><br /><em>artist&#8217;s rendering of polar bear in snowy field, reading children&#8217;s books. Media: MS paint.</em></p>
<p>This was the wrong thing to do, because he stood up and chased me out of the tank. I jumped over the side, falling about 100 feet, and just before I hit the marble floor of the lobby, I woke up.</p>
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