a swirling vortex of confusion

last night dream put connor, dustin, beth, and myself back in cabo. we were all on the beach watching the international cartoon x-games, where bart simpson was leading the u.s. team. i don't remember which country it was, but it wasn't us, but they built this crazy machine that was super long, and on one end there was a giant hoop which was really a fan that whirled air around in it super quickly, and then pushed down the rest of the length of this thing. each of the twenty or so team members from this other country stood in line, taking turns going up to the fan loop, and vomiting into it. the cartoon barf was swirled around , mixing with dust and sand, which of course turned it all into water, and created a giant spiral wave tube thing, which all of the x-game contestants then proceeded to surf.

it was nasty and cool all at the same time, but it turns out that this other country cheated in some way. while the judges were debating on what to do, our little quartet decided to go up to the cabin next to our resort, where a giant party was raging. it was a nudist party, which is pretty much exactly like a regular party, just that everyone is completely nude. so we're all , doin our thing in the buff- with the exception of trenton, who made a brief cameo in this dream, at the party, fully clothed and looking super uncomfortable talking to a bunch of dudes he didn't know. we all head downstairs, with the exception of beth, who's run into a friend and stays in the kitchen.downstairs is the entertainment room where a movie's playing. connor's off doing his socializing thing a little bit away, and trent's up in the kitchen, but i'm tired, so i decide to use dustin as a pillow. and as i'm thinking "isn't it great that dustin and i are such great friends that we can just lay here completely naked and there's nothing sexual about it" when all of a sudden, he's kissing me, and then i'm realizing he's kissing me, and i'm pushing his face away, and connor's storming off all pissed, and i'm yelling "what are you doing!?!" and dustin is slowly turning into turk from scrubs.

so after my initial protest dustin/turk starts being all "no, i've been thinking about this, and i really think that we could work really well, and i think we should get married."

my response: "well, shouldn't we give this a try for at least a week or so before getting married?"

turk/dustin does not agree. he thinks we should get married right away. so, we head down to the below basement basement, where an entire wedding party is already set up for me.

by this time turk is fully turk, complete with green scrubs and everything, and scrubs' carla is there being my maid of honor, and i'm in a fairly hideous snow queen 80's wedding dress, walking down the isle toward a catholic priest, surrounded by baby aspen trees covered in twinkle lights. but instead of the traditional vows, turns out i'm basically signing a contract saying i'll honor and obey turk to the end of my days, and i guarantee to bring about as many children as he decide's he wants.

but here's the catch- i'm not actually physically capable of having children, i'm completely barren. when turk finds this out, he goes completely nuts, and he's hitting me, and i'm running away, out of the nudist party cabin, and back out onto the beach where the cartoon x games are being held.

remember those?

well, since the whole cheating debacle, everything at the x-games has just been blown into a giant whirlwind of riots and chaos. and i hate riots and chaos! so i hightail it out of there, into the town, where i run into my good friend dallin. and i'm surprised he's there in cabo, until he explains to me that we're in a gay pride parade. so i join him in the parade, and am having a grand old time, when i realize that in addition to the normal rainbow banners, there also a ton of purple flags with one red stripe and one orange one. i'm wondering about this new flag, when i see a whole slew of reporters going around interviewing people about the 'silent partner' flags. apparently these flags are a secret symbol of support from people in high ranking positions of power who don't quite feel comfortable publicly supporting gay rights, but that doesn't mean they don't support them. i'm wondering how this will stay a secret symbol if it's going to be broadcast all over national television, but then as i look around, i notice that both the new flags and the faces of all the owners of the flag are blurred out, so no one will be able to tell anything about it if they aren't there.

and that's when the puppy woke me up.

sometimes i wonder how far my crazy dreams will go if i'm allowed to just go with it, and sleep and sleep until it's over!