Dan West's Homemade Embalming Fluid: Dan = Stan

Friday, January 30, 2009

Dan = Stan

I had another damn dream last night that I was a Stan Laurel impersonator. This has happened twice in the past month. Maybe I should just get a job at Universal Studios as one of those weirdos that walks around the lot acting like a dead film stars. Then if I kept having this dream it would makes some sense, because if my brain is trying to tell my subconscious anything with this recurring image I have no idea what it could be. Do I have a Stan Laurel complex? What the Hell would that be?

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