last night's dream was about the goonies. apparently there was going to be a broadway stage version of the movie, and i reeeeeeeally wanted to win tickets from the radio station. also, we started cleaning out my basement and i found out just how much goonies crap i had. this took place in my actual old house in meriden, which is weird. it might be only the 2nd time that house has popped up in a dream. that 1st time was about uncle charlie. that's no good. aaaaaaaanyway, in my dream, while i was remembering everything i could about the goonies, i was also getting my hair cut in my living room and eating ice cream. the goonies flew around in a giant boat with cool whip all over the bottom, and that's really all they did. When i called up the radio station, shelly was there. she asked me a question about some word in spanish that i didn't know. i had to go outside to make that phone call (note: the grounds outside the house were not as they are at the old house). and when i came back in, something happened and my dad had to screw the back door back on. he didn't finish the top screws so i started to, but got distracted by something and i'm pretty sure that's when i woke up.

most likely i'll remember more as the day goes on, so this will prob be updated.