Was in a bicycle race but didn't win the first meet, so had to sit out the rest - saw Bruce Willis, and for some reason he was like an ex-boyfriend or someone I had once flirted with or somethin. He started pursuing me, and I tried to run and hide, ended up in the fabric section of a big department store and got some like lace sheet stuck around my head. Bruce Willis found me anyways, and sweet talked me into sitting with him at this nice old country house that was right on the path of the bicycle race. We chatted and he told me his problems and I started to feel bad for him, and let him put his head in my lap. The house owners, his friends, invited us to dinner and they were Muslim so were happy that I had a headcover and was "dating" Bruce Willis, but then they served us garlic bread and stuff. We then headed off for a walk. I think this dream melded into another one where I found a dead body in a rack in the same department store (I think I was hiding again), and then took a bus in downtown Ottawa, and didn't like where I was sitting (on an upper deck of seats) and so talked to the bus driver.
Yes. Weird weird weird.
posted by traxis @ 8:12 a.m.
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