an old email from ashleigh

i had this weird dream last night...

i won this like freaking HUGE mansion place with like 10 stories, secret behind wall passages, and weird star trek-esque elevator thingys. you came over, and then mike showed up. and then these bizarre groups of socialites and pompous assholes showed up for like no reason and started having a dinner party. they kept trying to make me "rub shoulders" with them and i was having none of it.

so you, mike, and i snuck into one of the secret passages in the wall, only it was like the goonies. (i think it might be possible you havent seen the goonies) so let me elaborate. it was like we were in really old caverns, with obstacles and danger lurking around every corner. think indiana jones and the last crusade. so we are navigating through all of these perils, working like a sci-fi team, when all of a sudden we reach the "cha-lax" room.

we open the door and go into this room which is all beanbag chairs and funny shag carpeting. all the snack foods you can imagine are casually laying about. so we decide to play virtual reality games. (remember we are in my uber crazy mansion) which just so happens to be hooked up with all the craziest, top of the line, VR fun time having, equipment...??? god i have no idea.

anyways, you and i are playing virtual reality SUMO wrestling. (and i have to tell you it is one of the funniest things i have ever dreamed.) we have the ridiculous head gear on, with the wires and sensors all over our bodies, but there is a screen that mike is watching to see what our VR experience is, and somehow they have morphed yours and mines faces onto these huge sumo bodies. and everything we are saying while playing is said by our faces on the screen. it is hard to explain but lets just say i wish i could master a way of dream sharing.

moving on, mike is sitting there in absolute hysterics and we are laughing too, when all of a sudden, (and i know this sounds funny, but in my dream we got absolutely TERRIFIED,) the VR breaks up. we take off our helmets and the screen mike has been watching flashes to a feed of this cold, sterile, medical like room. and here comes the kicker...

a form start to enter frame. the lighting at this point is awful as said form takes a seat onto the strategically places chair the person who has interrupted our sumo fun in non other than... super villain "francis" from pee wee's big adventure. otherwise know as mark holden. WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and i cant explain how petrified we all were. he went on to say all this shit about how we offended all the snobby "ass bangers" downstairs, with our attitudes of us being better than them. he then tells us he is in the house and he is going to find us and make us "pay." the screen goes dead. and immediately we start freaking out. we are screaming, and in complete panic. i start yelling and shaking you. you finally snap out of it, and i turn to both you and mike and say, that we have to go find them before they sneak up on us.

after some convincing you eventually see my logic and we start the trek downstairs. we take a star trek elevator thingy and then we go back into the walls. we finally emerge just off of the kitchen which is like a warehouse in size. but all fancy. and they are there waiting. (francis and a gang of girls that reminded me of the misfits from jem) i tell you and mike to wait there, as i can now fly (???) and am going to go into the kitchen but stay above them in the air so they cannot get me.

the rest is all retarded and would take too long to type out, but the long and short of it is i end up getting stabbed in the side of my ribs several times. and just when i got stabbed, you started to barf. so mike decides that you need to have something easy on your stomach and goes to the fridge to make you a snack. and then i woke up.

Labels: ashleigh, ashleigh aston-moore

posted by Courtney at 9:48 a.m.

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