so i just totally dreamt of arriving at a party early and eating the poisonous melamine-tainted white rabbit candies before everyone came.
there was lots of food at this dream party. i can’t remember what the show was, though. in the buffet line i remembered talking about music, and getting sick of the talk because it turned into one of those obscure band naming contests. that’s when i went to get cheese.
later during the party, i met someone dying of cancer. actually, she was someone i knew in real life, not particularly well, who probably in real life does not have cancer. i don’t know why that got projected on her, though in real life she was always kind of skinny and frail anyway. she had one of those little flip camcorders. and i resisted the temptation to ask, what do you want your last meal to be? oh, tactful dream me. we sat at a table and ate cheese.
i’d like to see what was on that camcorder. she was probably never going to be able to watch what was on it. nobody will be able to watch that content, actually.