no more chili before bed.

i had a survivor-themed dream last night. mitchell, the seven-foot player who was voted off last night was ever-so nice to me. he rubbed my back and my feet, but when he started taking off my pants, i managed to squirm away from him. we had a cabin amongst the ruins where we made camp. i went upstairs to check out what was available. while i was there, i fell asleep and when i woke, i fried mushrooms and ate a baked potato.
as i was walking down the stairs, there were gobs of something greenish and gross on the pale peach plush carpet. i asked about it when i got back outside, they accused tina of it. mitchell asked me if i was feeling better, i said “yes, and i’m stuffed”. they asked what i’d eaten, i answered. “that’s not much,” they said. “it’s more than i’ve had in ages,” i replied. they all nodded in assent.
next thing i knew i was talking about numistmatics with colby, the hunky texan. we were getting right into it, all the while laughing and joking. jerri, the bartender-actress on the show, was right beside us as if to chaperone our exchange. at one point, colby grabbed me and kissed me hard, sticking his tongue into my mouth. i was shocked! jerri was tweaked and took off in a huff.
i thought that it was just a ploy on colby’s part to get rid of her and once she was gone, so were any moves towards me. i was wrong. even after she was gone and other poeple were around, he was very affectionate and tender.
then the first challenge came, i got separated from the rest of the tribe and got lost in a video game from which i couldn’t seem to escape. eventually, i got out of the mansion i’d been running around in only to fall off a cliff and into the water where i lost my last life and woke to hear the radio playing ‘tarzan boy’ by baltimora.
i wonder what it all means…