So last night I had a great dream about Jeff Goldblum.
I was working as a line cook on a cruise line. At some point Jeff Goldblum came strolling into the kitchen, wearing a pretty awesome t**** jacket (the type with the suede elbow patches.) He apparently wanted to make his own food. As he was just about finished, I used this contraption of pulleys and hooks and cables that I had rigged up (I don\'t remember making it, it was just there) to steal his food off of his plate.
He thought that was really funny, grabbed my arm, and pulled me out of the kitchen.
Then I was suddently all dressed up in evening gown and heels at a really fancy party on the boat. Jeff was drinking some sort of frozen coconut girly drink and I had a vodka/soda water/lemon that was in a glass bigger than a big gulp slushy thing. I mean it was fucking enormous. We were having a grand old time dancing and drinking etc. I remember him having very long eyelashes and his voice sounded very, well, seductive I guess.
But then something went wrong. We were sitting down at a table full of people I know (people from high school, Nashua area, a couple breakfast-related people) who were all really psyched that I was finally hanging out with Jeff Goldblum. But for some reason he all of a sudden got really uncomfortable and left. I was, needless to say, quite disheartened.
But worry not. I was then in my bedroom on the ship making another vodka/soda. If you have ever been on a cruise, you know how tiny those cabins can be. Well, this one was just big enough for the bed and a little mini bar. I don\'t think there was even a bathroom. But up above the bedroom was a big balcony that was seemingly inaccessible. Well anyhow Jeff showed up again. This time he was wearing a back sports jacket made out of satin with green shiny sparkley pants. He also had a cane. I guess this was like the cheesy pimp version of Jeff Goldblum. And then the rest of the dream was... good.
Awesome eh?
:lol:
