a bit belated

To appease Jet’s endless hunger (and to please Cookie) we went out for Korean Barbecue this evening. Oh my God. I am so full. I can’t move, I can’t breathe, if someone punched me in the stomach (something that was threatened in the car on the way back) I would have to explode in true “Oh, my” fashion. Jesus.

I can’t talk about food. I might have to fall over. Gah.

During dinner, I was telling Jet about this dream I’d had a few days ago - I’d already told Yuki, and I was chastised for not putting the dream in my blog. So, here it is.

I had a dream the other day that very easily could have been an episode of Buffy. It was all very dark and creepy and had this odd surreal ambiance. Yuki and I were out in the middle of nowhere so we could go to/be in Mickey’s wedding. It was something rural Montana/South Dakota-ish. Lots of long fields, flat land, brief jumbles of trees - dark and tall and ominous. We have come here on a mission far more serious than being a bridesmaid or a groomsman - Yuki and I are the only ones who know that the girl that Mickey is about to marry is wrong for him. She’s not only a bitch or a cheater or a fake - she’s a demon. Yes, a demon. A real Buffy-style demon who is using Mickey - or, at least planning on using him - to open some sort of portal. She will suck the soul and the essence out of him but keep him alive eternally for her own nefarious demonic purposes. It is our goal, during the week proceeding the wedding, to sabotage it in every way possible. It was all very “My Best Friend’s Wedding”. We did everything in our power trying to convince Mickey that she wasn’t the girl for him - trying to be subtle, obviously, because he would never believe us if we said “Hey, your fiancee is a demon”. Of course, the demonbitch KNEW that Yuki and I knew, and so she spent the entire time fucking with us. Chasing us through the fields “Blair Witch”-style. But it was up to me and Yuki, and we had to save our friend.

Of course, just as the dream was coming to a culmination of some sort, my alarm went off and it was 7:30. Stupid work, preventing me from knowing whether or not Mickey got sucked by a demon. (At the restaurant, Jet made some lewd comment about WHAT exactly got sucked by the demon. I said I didn’t want to go into details since that part was not IN my dream.) Anybody want to analyze this? Knock yourselves out.