Food Dreams

So I ate an antipasto salad before bed last night and it affected my dreams. First one involved me and Alexis Arquette [WTF? I am watching Surreal Life though] trying to find some party in downtown Denver. It more resembled downtown Detroit circa 1984. The street we were on had no street lights and it was uber dark. We decide to skip the party and start heading to somewhere better lit.

Then next thing I am in some warehouse where there are pimps and hookers. Alexis disappeared, and next thing I know I am hanging out with some lesbians I supposedly know. One of them was complaing that her 'chick' was too rough. I pegged it for a freaky scene, so I left, but not before some gang members stormed the place and began shooting it up. I made it out ok.

Next dream involved me being personal assistant to Paris Hilton. Come to find out, the whole skankitude thing was just a PR stunt.She was actually cool in person and it was fun to be her PA behind the scenes. Odd, because I think she's a beeyotch. There were some cool visuals in the Paris one, of being at an amusement park and watching this tricked out ferris wheel that moved in multiple directions.