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And just about a month later, three dreams in one night.First was unclear, but it was about pulling an entire baguette out of a toilet, and it was wedged in the siphon. Maybe I shouldn't have eaten an entire baguette the day before yesterday.
Second...it was about horses, and I sure was glad I was able to ride so I wouldn't have to walk through all that fuckin' mud. Somehow we also ended up in traffic, of course on the wrong side, and I tried to tell the bugger to move over. Not sure if it did. Anyway, I found myself sitting outside my old apartment and decisively petting a creature that was bigger than a St Bernard, smaller than most ponies, had the fur of the latter and the colour of a Golden Retriever. I also believe it had floppy ears, and I was rather displeased with it for sinking its entire weight into me and refusing to let me go inside.
Third was about Grim Fandango, and somehow I had to get into hell. Glottis, being a demon from not-hell, of course refused, so I had to go ask Meche, which involved backtracking through some Tomb Raider-tier pole swinging shit and one apartment-slash-office that must have belonged to Domino. Then, of course, I woke up.