when worlds collide

and did they ever last night in my head.

my dreams are usually pretty insane, but last night was just bizarre. i mean, the other night i dreamt i got rejected by a vietnamese midget circus performer and i still think this dream is weirder.

it was a long dream and i'll try to keep the description short.

illegals. tricked out hondas and bentleys(!). shiny chrome everywhere. underground hiphop thumping LOUD in every corner. an art gallery. drawings put up in quads (some of the shit was just AWFUL). judges picking 2 pieces--the artists had to race one another. and then draw again. and so forth until you hit the ultimate champion--of drawing and racing. (wtf?)

so yeah, i love bentleys (not tricked out ones--ugh.) and want to own one eventually, i currently own a non-rice-rocket honda, i listen to hiphop, my work has been in galleries, i've entered plenty of contests, i've been to illegals, dated a riceracer, i've got riceracer friends but obviously this is not everything about my life. more my past, but also not everything about my past--especially not the significant bits.

it was just weird. and why was that fugly chick that did that duet with fabolous running around in a blue fox gucci chubby hitting up all the boys?