I have a clear picture of last night's dream, but it has no good narrative. I was at my old elementary school's playground, except a fair was going on with tons of tents. Shari was going to do Cabaret again. Michael was the Hamster's Fuzz or Hamster's Hair or something. Whatever that is.
I walked into the gym and saw Nick Otto, with whom I went to school. We watched this boy scout activity where they would take huge handfuls of quarters, throw them in the air, and catch all of them.
I also had a dream that Toby McGuire was holed up in some hotel, doing shitloads of drugs and making his whole room a mess. George Clooney had to step in and intervene.
That's all I remember.
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Time to get nostalgic about a movie I saw eighteen years ago and was about a time seventeen years earlier. My college roommates can verify...
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After the post below and after finding Dave's post, I created my South Park persona after a bike ride. I think it's fitting.
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