Last night I had a dream that my dad and I had a great idea to open a sushi cart (like a hot dog cart, but with sushi) down in Belltown. (Kinda the douchy area of Seattle with all the hip bars). So I went to go arrange to buy fish, but when I got to the fish lady's warehouse, I decided that I wanted to buy a ton of lobster and nothing else.
Then it starts snowing, and I decide to walk around on a frozen lake. (there isn't one) I meet up with Paul Hogan. (in full Crocodile Dundee outfit). We talk and I practice throwing his boomerang. I hand out business cards.
On the way around the lake, I encounter some club sluts. There are three of them, and they are chatting me up. They are wasted and they keep telling me that they are just a bunch of old ladies, out looking for young meat. They look about 25 with maybe a little too much time in the tanning booth. Then, immediately after telling me they are going to take me back to the "Hawaii motel" where they will screw my "young brains out". All three of them vomit up a stomach full of lemon drops. I carefully step around the ever widening pool of trendy chick-drink vomit, and leave.
Then I woke up.
WHAT DOES IT MEAN!!?!?!????!!