i'm thinking of a dream i had

last night, it went like this:

i was home at my parents place for awhile during what felt like winter break, but there was no discernible christmas goings-on. i decided that the downtime was good for getting in some physical fitness, so i went to the track at my high school to run a little. in my dream, the track was different than it normally is; it was inside and worked its way around the gym. there was a concert going on in the gym during my jog, amy winehouse was singing her heart out. as i was on the outside, i could hear it and hear the commentary, which was less like sports-commentary and more like talking-heads-narrating-a-parade.

after my jog, i went home. i told my mom about amy winehouse's concert which i saw for FREE. since my mom's out of the loop on pop culture sometimes, i filled her in on amy winehouse's "soul chantuese of the century" status. my mom didn't bat an eye, and said, "that's nice, honey... you know amy's staying with us, right?" i'd been getting something out of the fridge while talking to my mom, and there sitting at the dining room table was a mute amy winehouse. she had really red pouty lips. i'm a little flabbergasted, and my mom explains that she really loves amy's music, and amy needed a place to stay during her 7-night tour of the high school gym. so she's staying with us. and it's a little upsetting because everyone in the family has a cold right now, so they can't properly enjoy the time with amy.

my mom reached into the fridge for what first appeared as cold medecine she was going to dole out to my illin' family members. but then i saw it was coke! she was fixin' to freebase a little coke to make ease the flu! i protested, again flabbergasted, and she countered with, "oh honey, it's just fine for colds. everyone will feel better in a jif!" and then she served coke to amy winehouse.

the end!