Chi Chi Dreams

I had a series of weird dreams last night after seeing The Departed with Kyle Foxxx and his friend Travis yesterday. (One of the best movies of the year, by the way! Amazing!) The movie is about not wanting to get caught in a lie and not being able to trust people in your life -- two things that have probably hit home with all of us at one time or another. As soon as my head hit the pillow, my subconscious started working overtime. My dreams were as follows:

- I was at some party Chi Chi LaRue was throwing. I came just to show my support and make a brief appearance. A quick "hello and goodbye." But as I started to walk out of the club, I heard her voice behind me. "Aren't you going to stay for my MUUUSIC?" I turned around and she had this devilish smile on her face. I said I couldn't stay, turned around and kept walking. "Oh! Okay! That's fine! That's okay!" she said and within seconds, I had some version of The Velvet Mafia grabbing me by the hair and dragging me to the back room where I was beat up and forced to listen to her music.

- I hooked up with some plain Jane character, some new friend of mine from what I gather, who in any movie probably would've been played by Barbra Hershey. She left her husband and her kids for this guy who was super hot and incredibly sweet. But of course things changed right after they got married. I was living with them and saw one night, while he was fucking her, he started by pulling her hair a little too hard and when she asked him to stop, he grabbed these scissors and started beating the back of her neck with the metal part as she screamed and he fucked her doggy style. Blood running down her back. I sat, hiding, paralyzed, not knowing what to do.

- My last dream was less traumatic. I dreamt that I had become in charge of production over at this new web site called CockyBoys.com. It was my job to make sure that Derrick Vinyard was doing his job and getting things done in time. So when I went to the offices to "inspect" things, Derrick was nowhere near done with his work and decided to distract me or pay me off by letting me inspect his ass hole instead. Literally. With a flashlight. Then with my tongue. It was a good dream.

Go see The Departed. It'll make you totally paranoid.