I dreamt that Rainn Wilson blew up a hotel in a pre-approved grandiose act of artistry, after which I met him in the lobby of another hotel (he was then wearing a Jedi robe). Together we attended a Tchaikovsky concert (no more Jedi robe), and before he drove me home in his forest green Ford Explorer, complete with seat covers, we made balloon animals. Conclusion: there is something very wrong/right with me.
Posted on: Thu, 15 Aug 2013 16:29:01 +0000
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