Last night, Good Looking and I went to two movies because we acquired free tickets. We saw Traitor at 10:00 PM and Righteous Kill at 12:15 AM. Neither of the movies were good enough to actually review in this post, so I’ll skip to the point.
We got home pretty late, around 3:00 AM I would guess. Then we talked for a bit and separated around 3:30 to finally go to sleep. I reminded Good Looking that we had lunch with my cousins today at 1:00 PM, so he had to be awake by 12:00 at the latest. He informed me that he would be waking up early anyway, so it wouldn’t matter.
Well I woke up around 12:00, certain that Good Looking was already up. A few minutes later I went over to his apartment and was let in by one of his roommates. I went over to Good Looking’s room and opened the door. It was pitch black and he was still in bed. So I shook him a bit to wake him up, and he said to me, “I really like your soccer fields.”
Now, the first time he said this, it came out as a mumble, so I really didn’t understand any of it. I asked him to repeat what he said and again, it was, “I really like your soccer fields.” I thought this was rather strange, so I gave him a few moments to wake up a bit. Then I asked if he realized what he had said to me. He said, “Sure. I said I really like your soccer fields.” Then, a few seconds later he proclaimed that that actually doesn’t make any sense!
When discussing this story over lunch, I was informed that Good Looking was once awakened by a couple of friends who once lived on our floor. He woke up asking where the fridges were. He just absolutely had to find those fridges!
Then I related a story of my own. When I was very young, my family once took a trip to Mississippi to watch some Ole Miss baseball. I was sleeping in the same bed as my slightly older female cousin, and my brother and our slightly older male cousin were sleeping in the other bed in the hotel room. Apparently, in the middle of the night, I started repeated, “Salt, coke, meat patty,” over and over again. I was informed of this in the morning when I woke up.
In my dream, I was in my school cafeteria standing in the lunch line. I was asking for salt, coke and a meat patty for lunch. Sounds pretty gross, but in my dream, it sounded like the most amazing meal ever. And I clearly really wanted it because I repeated it over and over again.
It’s funny how things always make so much sense in your dreams, but when you think about them after, you realize they actually don’t make any sense at all.
