Oh, let's start with the one where I was stuck at some posh hotel and I paid for a room and the desk clerk handed me the keys and I looked down at the receipt and the room cost $403 a night. And then I went back to the desk and told them I wasn't going to pay it and to take it off my credit card and the guy just laughed at me.
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Or how about later in that dream where I had magically become an FBI agent in that same hotel and I was playing cat and mouse with some killer and I dropped my gun as I got on an elevator and at the last minute, the killer got on with me and shot me.
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Okay, then how about the one where I was living in some house - had been living there for a long time - and looked out my window and thought "I've never met those people across the street". So I go across the street to this nice little suburban home and once I'm inside I can tell no one has lived there for a long time and then I get to the very back room and find a mummified dog.
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More, you say? Okay, how about the one in which I was coming into my house singing "I Just Don't Know What to Do With Myself" by Dusty Springfield. In fact, it was her voice coming out of my body and I thought "How cool" and then suddenly Elvis Costello was there and he told me he wanted to record me but I'd have to put on a tighter t shirt.
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That's all I can remember. I love stress.
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