rkt | what dreams may come

maybe it was the shitty ass adam returns show. (i knew i shouldn't watch it.)
maybe it was the food i ate.
maybe it was that ~~sesame street memories~~ lame ass elmo's world "remembering" sesame street's past show.

but i had the weirdest ass dream last night.

it was a porno flick.
but not just any old porn. claymation porn. (i feel like there should be music after that. but i don't know what kind.)
remember rudolph the red nosed reindeer? or the little drummer boy? or davey and goliath? umm. yeah.
claymation.

there was this pinkish definitely princess type and another person, gender unknown since it was a lot of dark shadows and under the covers-ness. (okay, so it was really soft soft core claymation porn.)
it was definitely hot and all. very hot. don't get me wrong. i honestly never imagined clay could be so damn sexy. note to self: investigate this potential of this untapped market.
no discernible story line that i remember. wet. bodies moving. breathing. noises. groping. blatant and implied sensuality. etc: really amazing.

but, all good things must come to an end.
and end it did.

which is how it came that i describe this as "porn".
the dream folded somehow to me sitting on a couch. in front of a television screen. with a group of stuffed-animal-type sheep. (think: ernie's "i'm gonna sing myself to sleep" song). kinda puppety. white. fuzzy. talking. sheep.
(apparently muppet type sheep are the ones to which i should market this idea of mine.)
i have no idea what our conversation involved.
but we talked. (bonded?)

and then i woke up.

which is how my day started.