2003-01-20 | DREAM BROTHER

I had a cool/sad/exciting/riveting/dissapointing dream last night.

First, I dreamt that I went to Las Vegas to meet RYAN, but before I got there my ex-roommate, Jamie, found Ryan and told him all these lies about me.

For some reason, Ryan was to be at UNLV that day, so I went there to find him and tell him that it was all lies, so he wouldn't hate me before he had the chance to meet me.

But every time I turned a corner, Jamie would be there, and sometimes he was with Ryan, too, so I didn't want to do it in front of Jamie, because he would just dispute it.

So I spent the first part of my dream walking frantically around the campus trying to find Ryan by himself, so I could explain to him that I'm not a giant shovel, or a Carson Daly. (a.k.a.: A massive tool)

There was all this cool stuff there like a water park with cool rides, and buses transporting people, and lots of interesting scenery and bystanders in the background.

I don't think I ever found Ryan, but I wanted to kill Jamie... He frustrates me so much! Even in real life.

All of a sudden, during all the confusion of looking for Ryan, I got a phone call from Bob Barker, who wanted me to appear on The Price is Right.

I was excited. I went immediately to the studio, which was for some reason in a cheesy swingin' lounge somewhere in an unknown Las Vegas hotel.

Bob started briefing me on where I would stand, and what I would say, and what I would do, while he was darting back and forth around the lounge trying to get the show started.

I remember that he was really nice to me, except for the parts when he would answer me like a smart-ass when I asked him questions which he deemed to be stupid.

Then I was sent off-stage to wait for my name to be called, but in the dream, the contestants/audience didn't sit in bleachers, but sat on the ground or on a big, girlie bed. Some of the people on the bed even had their chins in their hands, and had their feet up in the air, like little school girls.

I was so excited. I've known for all my life, that getting on a game show such as this might be tough, but as soon as I got selected, winning the money would be easy, so I was looking forward to going home with lots of money, or a car that day.

As soon as Rod Roddy called my name (I was the first contestant) to come on stage, I woke up.

It took me like 5 seconds to realize that I didn't win anything.

I was so upset. I was depressed for about 5 minutes after that. I've always wanted to be on a game show.

Sometimes when I have a cool dream like that, I try to go back to sleep and keep dreaming it, but I was too pissed this time to attempt that.

And I still don't know how Ryan feels about me...

Do you know anybody named Jamie/Jameson, Ryan?

I hope not.

Peace.

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