Bad Bad Dream

September 14th, 2008; 2:36 PM

7:30ish in the AM on a weekend, when I should be asleep and enjoying the rare luxury of sleeping in, I am awake. I don't think you could call it a dream. It was more of a nightmare. Even though during the dream it was never particularly scary. I was forced to go out clubbing with the grown up members of the Backstreet boys. Joey Fatone, and Justin Timberlake were there. And we ended up going across the street to to a new club that was open after hours. There were a few cars that almost hit me while standing in line for this other club. (For some wierd dream reason, we had to stand in line across the street but halfway into it...) I was not liking the club, so I went for a little walk, and when I got back, the fast food restaurant next door had changed hands and themes, it was dawn, and the boys were nowhere to be found. I was abandoned. Then one of them was there. Saying no... don't worry. We're here. Justin was just in seeing a hooker. "No I wasn't" he replied."

"Did you pay her after sex?"

"Well yeah, but that was just a little thank you for making my night so spectacular. Man, she wasn't a hooker. She worked in that club as a waitress."

"Yeah, a waitress and a hooker. Man all those girls are hookers. It's what that club is all about. I thought you knew that!"

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One can only call this sort of dream, a nightmare. How do these thoughts even exist inside my head? It must be TV and People magazine. And now...my stomache hurts...