Current mood:	excited
Current music:	"Stronger" - Kanye West

We're on a mission from God.
Last night, I dreamt that I found John Belushi sitting on the deck off of my bedroom. This was very strange because:

1. John Belushi has been dead for quite a while.

2. I don't have a deck off of my bedroom.

Still, he was sitting on my deck staring out at nothing in particular and saying very little. He simply sat there, rocking back and forth in a rocking chair, and chainsmoking. I wasn't even sure he realized I was there which frightened me a little. Suddenly, I got a strong pang of hunger and getting my courage up enough to ask, I stuttered, "D-D-D-Do you w-w-want s-s-some breakfast?" He still didn't say anything but he put out his cigarette with the sole of his shoe and threw it off the deck. I took that as a yes.

Instead of taking any of the cars in the driveway, we embarked on a five minute trek to the nearest Waffle House. This was also strange because the nearest Waffle House to my home is easily a 10-minute drive. Nevertheless, we hiked down the driveway and out onto Stubbs Mill Road without a word. I started to ponder why I love John Belushi. Between Blues Brothers, SNL, and Animal House, how could you not? This, however, did not seem like the John Belushi I loved. He seemed sad, desperate, yet not confused. This was, quite clearly, not a mission from God. I wanted to help but I wasn't sure how to start conversation. Luckily, we showed up at Waffle House without me embarrassing myself with a feeble attempt at conversation. 

He didn't say anything over breakfast either. He just sat there and smoked between plates of bacon, eggs, and sausage (apparently the No Smoking rule didn't apply in my dream). I even had to order for him. I wasn't sure what to order but I gathered that he wasn't one to be worried about cholesterol. I ordered myself some waffles and a slice of key lime pie (by the way, Waffle House doesn't have key lime pie). Then, I spread the pie over the waffles and offered some to John. He didn't even look in my direction.

I picked up the check when we were done. As I rummaged some money out of my pocket, John looked at my for the first time since we'd been together. His bloodshot and sad eyes looked right into mine as he said, "Now, wake up."

So, I did.


Weird, eh? THIRD EYE BLIND CONCERT TONIGHT!