the other night i had a pretty bizarre dream. the fact that i can remember it pretty clearly all the way up to today is pretty surprising…

in this dream i was in some sort of community home with an ex-girlfriend from a few years ago and a girl i've thought was pretty hot for a couple of years now. anyhowways…we're in this home and the girls are preparing for a trip to ireland or scotland or some business. while we're all sitting around discussing the trip, they both bring up the fact that they are dying to get over there and hook up with a native. their explanation? "those accents are so sexy!" so disheartened because i like both of these girls and am, sadly enough, american, i go to hang out with a good friend that happens to be ewan mcgregor. we hit the bars and we're drinking our asses off and ewan hatches a plan for me to fake a scottish accent and act like i was from scotland all along. he teaches me all the basics of ripping off his speech patterns and sends me on my way. to my surprise, the girls fall for it and all of a sudden i'm mr. cool.

the dream then degenerates into weirdness with us touring some multi-tiered religious garden with ridiculously gory catholic statuary. bloody saints, christ writhing on the cross, etc. luckily, that's right about where i woke up, completely dumbfounded by the whole thing. i wish i could remember what i ate or drank before i went to bed, that night…because i'd never do it again.

elizabeth ended up not wanting to watch north by northwest, last night. we ended up hanging out at the well for a little while and then went back to her place to watch hurlyburly. i've seen it before, but i still enjoyed it the second time around. sean penn is at his best when he's absolutely whacked out.

now i'm back into my continuing quest for employment. wish me luck…