Sex Is Like An Oil Change

I had the most strange, crazy dream during my afternoon nap time yesterday. Don’t say anything! University students need our nap time. When I stay up until 2:00 in the morning, about 4:00 in the afternoon, if class gets out early, is time for nappies. AND I NEED MY MORNING SNACK, TOO! So I never left childhood. You wanna make something of it? I’ll tell!

Anyhow. On to this dream. For whatever reason, I was on Broadway, watching a show. That’s not the strange part. The strange part is the show my dreaming self came up with for me to watch. It was a singing, dancing…ford van. I’m not sure how vans dance, but this one did. It danced, and performed songs with several other makes of ford vehicle. It was like a car commercial, made by people on acid. The only song I really remember had the chorus: “Sex is like an oil change! It makes me go vroom vroom!” Then my phone rang, waking me up. Unfortunately, I wasn’t yet fully awake, because the first thing I said to the person on the other end, in a half-asleep mumble, was: “Hello. Sex is like an oil change. You know that?” Apparently, they did not.

I have no idea what on earth that little mid-afternoon dream means. If you do, please share. I know the dream involved lots of other musical numbers; I wish I could remember them all well enough to write them down! One was something about “we’re all fancy-pants fords, now.” or something.

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