last night i had the strangest dreams i’ve had in a long time. at one point i was at my friend anderla’s apartment and she was getting ready to go to some party and i had to drop her off. i ended up sitting in a chair while she got ready and making out with john stamos. i think john stamos might have been her boyfriend or something. john and i had great amounts of guilt about our passionate groping. it didn’t, however, stop us.

then anderla was ready, but i think at that point she had morphed into jodi hanson and i had to drop her off at a party. we took some truck, that wasn’t mine. i was driving the truck and i broke the handle somehow. i tried to hide it from her. so we’re driving to the party and we have to go up this super steep, icy hill, but none of the other cars can make it. and the lady who just came from the top of the hill said we’d never make it, so we just turned around.

we ended up at some mansion. it was hell. the place. i was driving a golf cart through hell. hell was a really nice mansion/museum. it was specatcular, gorgeous, clean, and packed with yuppies and their families. it was hard manoeuvering my golf cart through hell, i was really afraid of knocking something over.

the devil was a white haired boy doll with blue eyes. somehow i managed to kill the devil by beheading him. his head landed underneath a table and i gave him the finger and stated “fuck you devil, take that” as i drove off in my golf cart.

and that’s all i remember. care to interpret?