hearing aids.
i suppose it's good that my daylight hours are so merry and gay because i've been having weird dreams again. over the weekend i dreamt i was trapped in a windowless library with skyscraper-high bookshelves and satan was chasing me. satan was a leather-clad man with black and white face paint, and he chased me all through the aisles until eventually i climbed up the shelves and the chase turned into a parkour video with both of us hopping from shelf to shelf. when i woke up with the dream still vivid in my mind, i said, "holy crap, satan looks like that cat guy from KISS." it turns out i need to brush up on my hard rock knowledge because i did a google image search and the guy who was chasing me looked like this:
which makes more sense since satan would more likely be "the demon" and not "the catman." i just don't get it. it's like bad music has invaded my consciousness. i don't even listen to KISS, what the hell is gene simmons doing in my dreams? i didn't even know until after my google search that gene simmons was a musician, and not this guy:
now if richard simmons had been the satan chasing me through a windowless library, i would have really flipped the fuck out.
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