Thursday, Nov. 21, 2002 - 10:05 A.M.
Last night I dreamt that Tommy Lee taught me how to properly swim in the ocean and body surf. While at the beach, I was wearing a bathing suit that I owned in middle school. It was purple and had a lion's face on the front. After frolicking at the beach, we went back to his place where he tried to convince me to have sex with him. I didn't, although it was interesting to note that the Tommy Lee of my dream had his knob pierced with a ring the size of a large door knocker.
Unlike many people I know, I'm not into him at all so I have no idea where this dream came from. It was uber odd and pretty disturbing.
I just remembered that another dream I had last night found me singing "Girls" by the Beastie Boys. I love that song, but why in the world would I have a dream about singing it?
