i am noticing a trend here. whenever i have a dream about clyde, my car, i also dream about midgets.

strange, isn’t it?

last night i dreamt that absolutely abe (he’s a co-worker) and i were sitting in clyde arguing about the beastie boys. i said that “paul’s boutique” was the best ever. absolutely abe swore up and down that “ill communication” was the best ever. so we’re driving along arguing about the boys when we get pulled over by a cop. the cop comes up to the car and it’s a little blonde midget of a cop. so the cop is too short to see in the window, so i open the car door. he scrambles up onto the seat and he can fit, standing on the seat. he can stand on the seat and not bump his head on clyde’s ceiling. so little midget blonde copman will only let us go if i smooch him. i was dumfounded at such utter sexual harrassment. absolutely abe wanted me to smooch the cop so we could keep on keepin’ on. i woke up before any midget-smooching ensued.

so, i think one of clyde’s previous owners must have been a midget. or i have some sort of subconscious desire to have vehicular sex with a midget. (ew)