Romancing America

The new game plan for life unfolded tonight in a gchat conversation with Jess (more like AT Jess). See the fruits of my daydreaming below:

Me: Let's all just sell our shit, take off in the grandpamobile and sell arts and crafts for drug money haha

Jess: u don't do drugs

Me: I might start

Jess: *sigh* say no to drugs

Me: fine we'll spend it on food and shelter then

Jess: the responsible choice
and where would we go?

Me: across America - Jack Kerouac stylez

Jess: sounds like you have it all figured out

Me: for sure we'll bring a camera and a laptop - start a blog of our adventures

Jess: I'm on board, if i can bring odis (odis is her dog)

Me: ...which we'll publish later as our memoires
We'll call it "Romancing America"

Jess: u have put too much thought into this

Me: I dream
big dreams

Jess: haha

Me: S can come too - all scorned women
we can blare "you oughtta know" whilst cruising the I-90

Jess: haha I dont even have to live it, you can just tell me how it turns out

Me: come on I'll bring my guitar - you can learn to play it we'll busk on the santa monica pier.
I'll enter in karaoke contests and win us gas money to keep going

jess has gone offline.

hmph.
Anyone else think this is the best idea I've ever had? Who's on board for the journey???
Raymi, I'm looking at you.

x&o - Miss A

Dream a little dream...

So I just awoke from one of my usual ridiculous dreams... and I would like you to interpret it.

For some reason I am on a school bus with various people from highschool. Also on the bus is a gent I once romanced, and his band, whom I haven't seen in a long time. So we're having a romantic little reunion on the bus, when it suddenly stops at this strange little carnival that isn't open yet. So we file off the bus - and get those little plastic wristbands...then all of the sudden I turn around and my date has turned into Laurence Fishburne wearing a pair of Umbra shorts and a periwinkle blue button up business shirt...!??!?!?!?
This apparently does not phase me and we run off giggling and fall in the grass...then he turns to me and says that I'm 'his Linda' and just as I ask him who Linda is (all I could think was Evangelista - and that made no sense), my alarm went off and I awoke...quite confused!

These are the type of strange and twisty dreams I have ALL THE TIME...

WHAT DOES IT MEAN!?!?!