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Puffy, J. Lo and Me
I forgot to mention the dream I had last night...
I was in a building I presumed to be the Pacific Place mall downtown, 'cept it was a lot more posh. In fact, it didn't really look like Pacific Place, but whatever. I was on one of the upper levels with several other people. The room began to fill with smoke, so everyone began leaving. I remember having to repeatedly return to the room to retrieve several of my guitars (?!). When that was completed, I went to another area of the building - a restaraunt. I found myself sitting at a table with Puff Daddy, Jennifer Lopez, and some old white guy who I assumed to be a record company exec. The three of them berated me because I wasn't dressed appropriately and because I had worn a baseball cap into the restaraunt. I took off my hat, and they made fun of me because my hair was all messed up. I distinctly remember Puffy smiling and laughing about my hair.
And that's all I remember. It seemed very real. I dunno what it is with hip-hoppers making guest appearances in my dreams lately. First Chuck D. and Cut Chemist, and now this. Weird.
In other news: It's supposed to be in the 60s this week. Drought be damned, gimme some sun.
I was in a building I presumed to be the Pacific Place mall downtown, 'cept it was a lot more posh. In fact, it didn't really look like Pacific Place, but whatever. I was on one of the upper levels with several other people. The room began to fill with smoke, so everyone began leaving. I remember having to repeatedly return to the room to retrieve several of my guitars (?!). When that was completed, I went to another area of the building - a restaraunt. I found myself sitting at a table with Puff Daddy, Jennifer Lopez, and some old white guy who I assumed to be a record company exec. The three of them berated me because I wasn't dressed appropriately and because I had worn a baseball cap into the restaraunt. I took off my hat, and they made fun of me because my hair was all messed up. I distinctly remember Puffy smiling and laughing about my hair.
And that's all I remember. It seemed very real. I dunno what it is with hip-hoppers making guest appearances in my dreams lately. First Chuck D. and Cut Chemist, and now this. Weird.
In other news: It's supposed to be in the 60s this week. Drought be damned, gimme some sun.
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