Mood:

I had a dream last night after getting drunk:

I was watching the last part of a movie on VHS; something violent like The Godfather or Scarface, though after a bit it was more about some thieves who were trying to mess with the security system of this huge mansion owned by the crime boss, with lots of rooms. Then I was in the action, trying to avoid the hired goons as they searched for us.

After a bit it was over and instead of watching it on TV I was reading it in a comic book/graphic novel. It was in black and white (which I understand is how we see most dreams anyway). Then I got a phone call from one of the characters in the story and he told me to call him back at some number that I scrambled to write down. Unfortunately, I couldn’t write it down just right, transposing or forgetting parts of it before I could record it, so I kept asking him to repeat himself. We were both getting frustrated; I had the feeling that it was important that I call him back, like I had won something but couldn’t claim it unless I called him back. Finally, I accidentally pressed the wrong button on the cordless handset so it hung up on him and I got so pissed off I threw the phone across the room.

Weird, huh?