I’ll admit, my dreams can be pretty imaginative. But the ones lately are really some show stoppers.
First, I had a dream last weekend about my homophobe brother. I’ve had several about him actually. In each dream, he becomes more accepting of Rodney and me. In this dream, the whole family was here visiting us. It was a good dream. But one thing that stood out was a guest appearance by Rupaul.
Apparently there were these mean dogs who roamed the neighborhood. They liked to run up and growl at strangers. So Rupaul was strutting along in some tight gown (in the street) and the dogs came up to her growling and showing their teeth. Rupaul clenched up her teeth and growled right back, scaring the dogs away. You go girl.
In a separate dream on Monday night, I was driving through a neighborhood I was unfamiliar with. I started driving up a very steep hill and it was nighttime. I was in a convertible. The street ran right into Britney Spears’ pussy and I freaked out.
Oh no! I don’t want to drive in Britney’s pussy. And since the top was down on the car, I certainly didn’t want to get wet.
So I put it in reverse and went sliding back down the hill, safe from Britney.