crazy dream

I was in the grocery store buying supplies to make sushi, when I spy a neon orange toque out of the corner of my eye. It’s you, wearing the hat with an army print jacket. You come up and tell me that if I am making sushi, I need to add rice vinegar. Then you invite me over to your place. I come over and you’re lounging on your bed and the room is dimly lit with a blanket for a curtain. (this is pretty fucking detailed. how do i remember this?) You ask me if I want to shower with you, and I’m confused why you’d want to shower with a gay guy. But you convince me, and we’re in the shower, and I’m trying to be as modest and respectable as possible, but you’re sitting down in the shower wearing booty shorts, and lighting up a bong. I tell you I can’t be around pot smoke because it makes me paranoid. You call me a baby and I run out of the bathroom and close the door, giving you your own private Jamaican hot box.

Then suddenly the dream flashes to a TV studio, at a taping for “Raymi’s New BFF” And the host is interviewing a row of brunettes, and I’m backstage with you, as you size up the contestants. You’re busy on your blackberry and wearing a giant, poofy translucent pink poncho.

Analyze that please.