Who’s Hungry?

There is this series of books called The Hunger Games that….  Oh wait, you don’t live under a rock?  I read the 1st book in the series yesterday and it was fantastic.  I wasn’t surprised that I liked it or that it only took me 5 hours to read it.  I expected that.

What I didn’t expect was the crazy ass dream I had last night after reading it!  Hopefully you weren’t looking for a review from me.  My reviews resemble the interviews that Chris Farley used to do on SNL.

Remember the part where that one kid killed the other kid?  Yeah, that was awesome.

Without putting you through that, I’ll tell you about my Hunger Games dream.  (This may only make sense if you have read the book.)  Of course I was a tribute and the male tribute from my district was Ashton Kutcher.  We’re both from Iowa so that makes sense, right?  The arena was a swanky neighborhood in LA – all of the houses were brand new, just not furnished.  The horror!  I guess I never heard the trumpets or the announcement that the tributes from the same district can team up because I shot Ashton.  Sorry ladies.  Before I could be announced the winner, though, I had one more obstacle…the Easter Bunny.  I had to kill the Easter Bunny.  I’m not sure what is going on in my subconscious, but the Easter Bunny was a middle-aged business man who hopped around on these weird shaped legs and had rabbit ears.  It wasn’t that hard to kill him and I didn’t feel bad about it.

Rory woke me up the minute the Easter Bunny fell to the ground so I never got to celebrate my victory.  Maybe that will come tonight.

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3 thoughts on “Who’s Hungry?

  1. Damn, I wish I knew how to interpret dreams. On the other hand, even Freud would have problems with that one.

    I think you should probably just listen to the voices in your head this time. I find they’re usually right.

    • I have a dream book and there isn’t anything remotely close to what went on in my head in there. I did a science project about dreams in 8th grade, but I probably just copied some crap out of an encyclopedia.

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