generation x - one hundred punks

so much for better dreams. i was with a group of people, we were driving at first. and we were talking about strange things we see other drivers doing. and trying to call the next thing we'd see. like, a guy driving without shoes. and we saw a hippie with his feet on the dashboard. then it changed, and we were walking along and ended up at some guy's house. (i've noticed in my dreams, they're all just random guys without a face.) and we were sitting around in his room, and i fell asleep in his bed. and i swear, when i woke up, i was almost afraid to open my eyes because i thought i would still be in the other bed. somewhere in there, either before or after that dream, there were these two guys crash landed on an alien planet, with their own little escape pods. and there were millions of other people too, with their own escape pod-ish things. and everyone else was walking around in love with these giant red see-through lobster-ish things. and the two guys weren't falling for it. one lobster thing came up and picked up a pole from the ground, put it on a pod, and started spinning it like a propellar. and one guy decided he was going to try to go home using it like that. then these two green gelatin praying mantis type things, came up and put gelatin green stick in their mouths, and they fell for the praying mantis things and started following them around. then it became like a cartoon, with stick figures. they followed them into the water and came back out, and ran into a cactus, went back in the water, came out and ran into another cactus. and i remember feeling so sorry for them, and wishing they'd stop running into cacti.
anyway, i really don't feel like doing much of anything today. but i guess i have to. work, clean the bathroom, and read my ap books. damn.