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Originally posted by robustpuppy
I dreamt of TM again last night ...

TM and GWNC and I were hanging out in someone's apartment in NYC. Paigow came in and explained that a wall in her apartment was falling apart -- layers of paint were coming off, in one big piece, and they were so heavy that they were pulling the wallboard off the studs. She asked for help. GWNC offered to pay for the repair, and TM offered to do the physical labor.

Later on, I was at a rooftop bar with a revolving cast of tablemates. In addition to GWNC and TM, there were a stuttering 50s-ish couple in hats, who stutteringly asked me what the name of the syndrome that caused people to yell obscenities was ("Tou-tou-tou-rettes, motherfucker!"); two guys purportedly from my former firm doing their best Steve Martin/Dan Ackroyd "we want to meet big-breasted American women" pickup schtick (one of them did the double-handed gun thing and winked at me), and Paul Michael and Elizabeth Glaser. WTF? Paul Michael Glaser was not wearing a big cardigan sweater.

At some point, GWNC and TM went over to talk to some people they knew, and then a huge albino boa constrictor fell out of a tree, landed on the street, and turned into an albino Great Dane. The Great Dane then leapt three stories from the ground to the rooftop and started chasing me with the intent of attacking me. Even though it looked like a dog, I was afraid of it as if it were a snake. I ran and ran and climbed trees to get away from it, swung through trees, poked it with a stick, and finally reached safety in the form of GWNC's apartment, where I locked the door behind me.

Anyway, must be the hormones. I don't even want to KNOW what the hell any of it means. The imagery is way too loaded.

E to fix SNL reference.

Its meaning is simple. Lay off the artichoke crab dip.