It's a grey Sunday Morning in Brooklyn, and I'm reclining on my bed in my boxers, killing time, waiting for nothing. I feel both restless and tired as I was haunted last night by a freakish nightmare in which I was invited to a small gathering in the woods which aside from me, was comprised entirely of celebrity's. In the dream I found myself pressured into partaking in the making of a pornagraphic film involving Jim Carrey, an unknown actress, and a schnauzer with a small penis, large testicles, and a bizarre growth which hung, jiggling from his tummy. In the end I found myself unable to go through with the filming of this unethical monstrosity, so I ran to the nearest bathroom where I found matthew mcconaughey passed out dead on the floor in his boxers. His face had turned blue from oxygen deprivation and there was a pool of semen lying besides him. I paced back in forth in this tiny hell until the unknown female actress came in and accused me of ruining her chances of 'making it big!'
I awoke from the dream in a state of incredible discomfort and stress. I was covered in sweat and felt like I was carrying some large burden that just had to be lifted from my shoulders that very second! It took around ten minutes for me to relax and realize that I am for once living a rather transparent life, and have nothing to hide.
It was a disorienting way to start the day though, that is for sure. I don't know what I'll do now, cause I'm really fucking bored.
