Y Tu Mama Tambien

That is the title of one of the best movies of the year according to Ebert and Roeper. I can't get the title out of my head, mostly because it took me so long to figure out how to pronounce it.
The Y sounds like like an E. Once I understood that, then the rest fell into place. I took me four days.

In my dream this morning, I was sitting on Eric Fliege's bed with him and his dad. There was a baby swimming pool on top of the bed and Fred was sitting with his back against the wall to my right. I was thirsty, so I took my hat, which looks like that hat Hunter S. Thompson always wore, and I immersed it into the water upside down. Water filled up to the brim. I drank it all.

I wanted some more, so I dunked my hat in again for a refill, and as I was pulling it out, I noticed that two hairs from my head had fallen into the water in the hat. No big deal, hair gets everywhere when it is long. The hairs were floating together, one lying across the other.

I not sure of the order of what happens next, and it probably doesn't matter. Two things happen. Fred asks Eric a question inquiring as to why I was drinking. I don't know if he thought it was weird that I was drinking swimming pool water, or that I was drinking out of a hat, or that I was drinking so much, or what. It was a harmless question.
I then felt fatigued. I couldn't hold up the hat to my lips or even hold my body up, and I fell over, legs flailing. I ended up landing on Fred, and then falling onto the floor of Eric's room.

After that I woke up.

You see, I got really drunk last night, and had a lot of fun. Eric and I talked to a couple of girls, and the redhead said Eric was cute. He proceeded to go to the bathroom for 15 minutes after that. I was having a good time anyway. I enjoy Melissa's company. Melissa Clarke and Jessica Shroub (or something like that). They both went to Southeast. Jessica is in our class of '94. Melissa is going to Vietnam in a couple of weeks, Jessica wants to join the Peace Corps, which is funny because Steve Odom HAS joined the Peace Corps, and is shipping out to South America to Bolivia at the end of this month.

But anyway I was really drunk. By the end we made it to the Hilton, lower level (lover level?). I remember staring at this girls lips while she was talking to Laura and imagining myself kissing them. They were right there, only a few inches away. When it was time to go home, as I was saying goodbye, I asked Gary, the professor of Psychology at Lincoln Land if I could have a hug. I don't even like Gary that much, I guess I just needed a hug.

My point is, that when I was dreaming, my body knew I was Goddamn thirsty from being dehydrated, and incorporated that into the dream. The falling down part could have something to do with the fact that i was tired, half-in and half-out of deep sleep.

Now I am drinking this Satanic combination of prune juice, orange juice, and water for breakfast. It is actually pretty good.

Mike, Joe wants to hang out with you the next time you are in town. He says he likes the blog. Maybe Joe or Laura will post something soon.

Happy dreams everybody.