Trust the Ferret, the Ferret is Wise

I can now tell you all, you definitely do not die if you are falling in a dream and hit the ground. At least you don't if you're for some reason kneeling on one of those little red kid's scoot cars, it rolls off a building, and you fall many stories. Those scoot cars are surprisingly good at absorbing impacts.

My dreams are starting to become recursive. I had a dream where something I wrote on LJ for some reason became mass-copied and posted all over like on Usenet and stuff, sometimes without my name, sometimes with key words replaced, like most memes. I don't remember what, though. Then I woke up and could remember that and was half-convinced it was something I'd actually written, but I couldn't remember what it was that was so brilliant then either. Though in my dream I remember reading it. So then after I woke up I ended up going back to my high school in Pennsylvania, that I haven't seen in more than a decade, and was in the library and had to stop an earthquake, because that was just a dream too. Then I woke up for reals. But I had a dream in a dream. I wonder if I had a dream in that dream in a dream and couldn't remember it?

Seriously, what the hell, brain? At least next time tell me what the totally awesome thing I wrote was, so I can actually write it, 'k?

I had a dream about a Pink Floyd concert. With Jim Carrey guest singing. While they displayed a big video of like, rabbits and stuff, with the words underneath. They weren't the original words, but I don't remember what they were. Kinda wish I did. Jim Carrey was singing a pretty high falsetto, too.