Dear, emquilxy, last night I dreamed you stole a taxi.

[amand_r]

For srs.

So last night I had this dream that you and I were leaving work, and for some reason there was a taxi leaving, and I couldn't remember if it was for me or not, but then you came along and said, "Oh yeah, that's ours." Our driver was some young Spanish guy with long curly hair. I sat in the back and you sat in the passenger seat.

So the first like, ten bucks of the ride was fine, but then at a red light he got out of the car to talk to some other cabbie or something. I didn't think anything of it because we were at a red light, but then when the light turned green, he didn't get back in the car, and I guess traffic went around us. We kind of waited for the light to cycle again, and then when the light turned green again he still didn't get back in. So you kind of put your foot on the gas and the held the wheel to move the car forwards, and you told me, "He's just doing this so that he can run up the fare." or something.

Really. It was funny, because the guy came running after us, and then when he got close to the car, you slid into the driver's seat and inched forward. I think I got into the passenger's seat and then we went slowly for a few blocks while he chased us. He kept catching up to us, and you kept slowing down and waiting for him, and then finally, his cell phone rang, and I guess it was for work. He started pleading with you about the phone from work ringing and to please let him have the cab back. And you said something to him, like, "Give me the phone. If you give me the phone, I'll let you back in," because I guess you were afraid that he was going to tell his boss and get us in trouble. And all the while you kept driving along slowly.

So finally, after a few more blocks of him chasing us, he stopped running after us, and we couldn't see him anymore. I remember being distinctly freaked because that pretty much meant that we'd stolen a taxi. You were all like, "Get my wallet out of my purse." (and I apparently kept pulling everything else out of your purse instead, but that's neither here nor there). I think the plan was to drive somewhere, and ditch the taxi and leave the fare inside. I think I was worried about us leaving fingerprints inside the car, but you were all, "Oh, all the money will be there, don't worry." Then I realized that I only had a dollar, which was bizarre since I had been planning to take a taxi.

ANYWAY, we eventually get to some place that looks like East Liberty, and you see a People's Cab company and decide to leave the taxi there, and you're like, "You can come over and watch TV or have some chips or something," and then I remembered that I had driven my car to work and didn't need to take a taxi. Then I woke up.

Then I had a dream about Jim from The Office in season one hiding out in the parking lot and secret binge eating ladyfingers as a symbolism of his repressed and unrequited love for Pam, and then after he ate like three he noticed that the camera was there and kind of tried to play it off, like it hadn't happened, but his face was covered with powdered sugar. You know, then the camera cut away like it always does when it has seen something intensely private and the viewed person realizes that they've been filmed.

Gah. The patch sucks.

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[amand-r.livejournal.com]

That's what I'm working on.

I should know better than to smoke. I'm a bad bad person.

[lastrega.livejournal.com]

Well, yeah, we should all know better, but knowing it's a stupid, potentially fatal habit never seems to stop anyone. Because we're all stupid. But the dreams don't last forever and if they get too intrusive you can always try the 18 hour patches. And the gum. Which I'm still on six months later, but not smoking, which is a win. You can totally do this.

[amand-r.livejournal.com]

Yay! Yeah, I tried the gum once and it burned my mouth. Maybe I should look at it again.