Here's To You, Homicidal Alternate Me!
Last night, I dreamt I killed a man. Blood was pooling all around the garage floor.
In the dream, I mean.
Sometimes I think about dreams possibly being glimpses into the lives of alternate versions of ourselves, as if we're watching a sort of in-brain television program about parallel dimensions and parallel you's and me's. For the most part, my alternate selves are having a good time, fighting crime and getting laid. However, occasionally I'll have dreams where my alternate selves do things like what my dream self did last night. Then I think about how that alternate self is probably getting the death penalty and how I'll never be able to watch that particular alternate universe channel ever again.
That makes me sad.
Maybe this is why I drink.
-WJ
Posted by Whiskey Johnson on Thursday, August 30, 2007 at 3:22 PM
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