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Hey everybody, come see how cool I am!

21 Jun

Remember when I had that intense dream about Jeff Winger and Avatar 2 and platform Nike high tops and also being stalked by a murderer? Well, the funny thing about dreams is that you have more than one. And they can be about the dumbest shit ever.

For those of you who aren’t into Indie music or very small children’s television shows, that is Andrew VanWyngarden of MGMT and Yo Gabba Gabba‘s Brobee. I realize that photo is probably setting you up for a far more bizarre and interesting dream than I actually had, because unfortunately I only dreamt about Andrew VanWyngarden, not Brobee. ūüė•

Mainly this dream was hilarious to me because I never think about Andrew VanWyngarden EVER, nor do I listen to MGMT much, and also I completely forgot about the dream until a few days later when “Congratualtions” came on the radio and like a lightning bolt to the brain I remembered–I was friends with my BFF from grade school again, and wanted desperately to impress her (which I truly did in real life). Eventually I got the chance when MY BOYFRIEND ANDREW VANWYNGARDEN CALLED ME ON THE TELEPHONE. What kind of retarded dream is this, you are asking. WHO STILL USES TELEPHONES?

Anyway, I used the opportunity to be extra flirty and then explain to my friend, “Oh, it’s just my boyfriend, Andrew VanWyngarden.”


First Jeff Winger and then Andrew VanWyngarden.

I must really want a boyfriend.

Or someone to dance with.

And the saddest part is I don’t even think she was impressed.


Of Jeff Winger, Nike high tops and nightmares

22 Mar

Wanna hear about my dream last night? No? Well too bad:

I’m in a crowded theatre watching¬†a movie that I think is supposed to be Avatar 2 or something, because Sam Worthington is in it (because Sam Worthington=Avatar).¬†It’s a fairly normal dream¬†so far;¬†I mean, it is basically uninteresting and kind of sad (deep down I must really want to see Avatar 2). BUT THEN¬†IT GETS WEIRD: I¬†realize¬†Jeff Winger (from Community)¬†is sitting a few seats over, so I move next to him, and we start making out. JEFF WINGER. Then I notice Sam Worthington is wearing platform Nike high tops, and Jeff Winger starts talking about something I can’t quite remember, but the gist of it is that he might want to start wearing dresses. (I tell him I prefer man clothes.) Then the movie gets so quiet no one can hear it, and everyone decides to leave,¬†and on the way out¬†some random guy tells me that¬†my name and phone number¬†were printed in the newspaper, and¬†now I have a stalker.¬†From there on,¬†it just becomes a nightmare about a stalker trying to kill me with a knife. Yikes.

Aren’t dreams great?¬†Especially when they are hilarious? (Jeff Winger? PLATFORM NIKE HIGH TOPS?)¬†And I¬†think it’s fun to try and analyze them (though I don’t try too hard). I¬†basically consider dreams to be manifestations of deep-seeded desires, thoughts, fears, etc. and if that’s true, then this particular dream tells me that¬†I am afraid of death (more specifically, that I’ll die alone), Jeff Winger is the man of my dreams (not even Joel McHale, but JEFF WINGER) and that I think Sam Worthington is short (hahahahahaha).

"The crazy-ass love of my crazy-ass life."

I dream quite often, and¬†a lot of times they are nice and not scary at all,¬†though sometimes they are nice and not scary at all and¬†then abruptly¬†turn into a¬†nightmare. And some of them are pretty damn weird. For instance, in high school, a friend and I were talking about nightmares we’d had, and the scariest thing she had ever dreamt was that she got a B+ on¬†a paper (for being not scary at all, that sure does say a¬†lot about her), while mine was a pretty okay dream at first that eventually turned into me¬†being dragged through the woods by my ankles while wolves ate my hands. Double yikes, right? I have problems.

Anyway, has anyone else had any particularly interesting dreams/nightmares that you never forgot? I’d love to hear them.