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It’s hardly anything new, but I’ve been viciously tired these past two weeks, and can’t seem to catch up on sleep. It’s either because I’ve been busting my ass at the gym, or it’s those two weekends in a row I spent up all night with Costella (the bitch…).
In any case, last night’s dream started off with me renting a house with some other guys that had lots of petrified artifacts. That’s right, petrified bones, petrified animals…I think even a petrified pool. Oh, and it was haunted. And gross and dusty. But I woke up at one point with Beyonce and Solange in bed. God knows what that means.
Then it segued to me needing to get to my company’s satellite payroll office to pick up a payroll advance before it closed at 5:30. I took a cab and asked it to drop me off at the front of the building, but instead, it dropped me off at a side entrance where there was some convention. Then I dashed to the elevator with about fifteen minutes to spare and was about to hit the button for the fifth floor when I noticed five babies in carriers in the elevator. One of the women from the convention said, “Oh, these are just going up to the tenth floor” as if it was normal to ship up babies unattended in an elevator.
Knowing I couldn’t leave them alone, I went up to the tenth floor, with them, but their carriers began to slide into the elevator shaft and then…I woke up. To a fucking bird outside my window that sounded like the Wheel of Fortune wheel when it spins.
Ya boy needs a good night’s sleep with no bad dreams or bad birds, y’all.
