I just had the weirdest fucking dream....
I was at some sort of trade show, though I really can't remember what product I was reppin. All I remember was that the booth to my right was Ferrari, and the booth to my left was kittens. Now, being that it was a Ferrari booth, apparently my subconscious felt it would be appropriate for Ferrari to have a real live horse (which I know for a fact they have never done at any car show).
Moments later a young girl began screaming hysterically, though no humans came to her rescue. Luckily, Ferrari's horse was more chivalrous and it came bolting out of its booth towards the child, picking up one of the kittens in its teeth along the way. When the horse discovered that the child's screams could not be appeased by the kitten dangling from its mouth, it returned the kitten to the kitten booth. "Why the long face horse?" I asked.
Then, the kittens from kitten booth somehow held me responsible so they attacked me, which sent me running for shelter into the Gibson guitar booth. There I found Gibson had designed 2 new guitars which were essentially direct knock offs of the Fender Telecaster and a Taylor acoustic. The young gentleman there assessed my guitar abilities and then signed me up for lessons. The piece of music he gave me to test began with the H chord. Apparently my subconscious didn't get the memo about the H chord not existing anywhere in the musical register. I proceeded to buy a guitar that doesn't exist with money I don't have.
Perhaps it may be time to lay off the cheap drugs I never knew I took?
I was at some sort of trade show, though I really can't remember what product I was reppin. All I remember was that the booth to my right was Ferrari, and the booth to my left was kittens. Now, being that it was a Ferrari booth, apparently my subconscious felt it would be appropriate for Ferrari to have a real live horse (which I know for a fact they have never done at any car show).
Moments later a young girl began screaming hysterically, though no humans came to her rescue. Luckily, Ferrari's horse was more chivalrous and it came bolting out of its booth towards the child, picking up one of the kittens in its teeth along the way. When the horse discovered that the child's screams could not be appeased by the kitten dangling from its mouth, it returned the kitten to the kitten booth. "Why the long face horse?" I asked.
Then, the kittens from kitten booth somehow held me responsible so they attacked me, which sent me running for shelter into the Gibson guitar booth. There I found Gibson had designed 2 new guitars which were essentially direct knock offs of the Fender Telecaster and a Taylor acoustic. The young gentleman there assessed my guitar abilities and then signed me up for lessons. The piece of music he gave me to test began with the H chord. Apparently my subconscious didn't get the memo about the H chord not existing anywhere in the musical register. I proceeded to buy a guitar that doesn't exist with money I don't have.
Perhaps it may be time to lay off the cheap drugs I never knew I took?
I would love to see a kitty booth at a trade show. Meanwhile... everyone I talk to seems to be having weird dreams lately. End of the world?