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Weird dreams again last night--in the first one I was at a seriously disgusting Chinese buffet, the food was all full of nasty strings. Well, some of the food was good, and some was gross. The owner explained that various vendors put their food there and the stuff that sucked gets thrown out, but the vendors tried to make their food better by adding green beans to it, but it still looked revolting.

So I had a giant plate full of shrimp and steak, I filled up on the shrimp but they were dry and not very good. I picked up a piece of steak and it turned out to be a square slice of baked potato. I took a bite out of it and it was delicious but I was too full to eat any of it. I was annoyed because I took too much and was wasting a lot.

Then I had a dream that I was sort of walking/floating down a freeway, a covered freeway like a tunnel, and there were three parts to it. I was going the wrong way and had to leave, but then there was a fork and one was called "Colbert 202" and I had a flash to the Colbert show where he said it was named after him, and that fork went down into the ground sort of. The right-most fork was the one I needed, and hundreds of bicyclists were floating through it.

So I go down this one and I realize there's a dead dog. I got all sad and went up to it and realized it was actually a black goat, and it was moving around so it was injured but still alive. I didn't know what to do for it, and I looked around and noticed one of its front legs was torn off and in front of it. I was freaking out thinking it'd have to be put to sleep, but a big group of bicyclists got off their bikes and started walking with it to take it to a vet, all of them propping it up so it could get by on three legs. Someone asked a question I don't remember about walking, and I was still sad thinking the goat wasn't going to be okay and said "well that goat surely isn't walking." But the bicyclists got mad and one turned around and said "yes he is!" Then I felt bad like I'd just given up on it when no one else had.

Then I followed the goat for a while and ended up in a town somewhere, and I guess at this town I was supposed to work for some kind of big show. It was mostly comic artists and also had Rosie O Donnell in it. Well someone in the town destroyed the mic system or something so she wasn't going to be able to be in it (I don't know why she was the only one affected) and the show producers and their lawyer had an idea of who it was. Their lawyer, who was an old wispy-haired, skinny white man was like well we can sue them, but I said we didn't have any evidence as to who did it and we'd have to wait.

Anyway, they left me alone to go somewhere and some little creature came in the room with a box with a gun in it and I was like "onoz" and took it and put it behind me on a shelf filled with stuff. Then these guys walked in, three huge guys in gangsta outfits, and the middle one was like "WHAT FOOD DID THE CONCERT HAVE LAST NIGHT?" And I got an attitude with him and said how the hell would I know, and he kept asking me and I said dude I just started working here today, so he left. I was nervous though because I knew that gun was in the room. Then the show people came back and I said, "hey, is those guys harassing me enough to investigate? They were harassing me!" and that's when I woke up.