Beer fueled dreams are weird......

So, last night I was a bit ripped. Not so ripped that I wasn't capable of cohesive thought. Um...at least I hope so. Anyway, dreams I have after ingesting alcohol tend to be a bit on the weird side.

So, I'm happily sleeping away and I start dreaming about one story that I stupidly tried to edit before dozing off...it's magic realism and takes place in the desert. Good enough. So I'm in the desert dancing naked with my protagonist, getting really high on the vibes and the concept that the demons we've created inside ourselves can be banished if we only let them when I start dreaming about *another* story I read recently that I really, really adored and was only just telling my best friend Lor about. Sheesh. Might have been fine if the story wasn't steamily erotic. So innocent magic realism got mixed up with a nice bit of erotica. Strange. Could be because I've not had sex in 5 years. Could be because I'm a fucking weirdo. You be the judge.

Made me realize one thing: Man, I really need to get laid soon. Remember that old Marianne Faithful song with the lyrics 'Got cobwebs in my pussy?' That's me. *sniff*

On a totally different note, if you're really into scathing religious satire, visit Landover Baptist Church Laughed so hard I almost peed my pants. The funniest thus far is the Do you have demons in your colon sermon. Another gut buster? Tampons: "Satans Little Cotton Fingers!" Go there--good satire is so hard to find.