Too Much Sunny and Dexter

   So Dildo Daggins recommend that I post more about my weird dreams. I will do just that as last night's dream is still fresh on my mind. This is how I know I have been watching too much It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia and Dexter.
   I don't remember this entire dream only bits and pieces. I rarely remember an entire dream. It started off with me and a couple of friends, I believe both were old high school friends of mine, hanging out at what I believe is my apartment. This apartment was really modern and huge. Looks nothing like my actual apartment. I just announced to them that my boyfriend proposed to me. In the dream Hubby is my boyfriend. 
   So they get all really excited for me, but they don't know that I'm still married to my first husband, who is in jail. So this is where the dream is similar to the character Rita in Dexter. My first husband is a guy who used to work for my parents back in the day. So I try again to get him to sign the divorce papers. I have to make a trip out to the jail to do it, but I do finally convince him.
   When I'm leaving the prison I get a call telling me my fiance has been attacked and is recovering in the hospital. I rush to the hospital to find that my attorney, Danny DeVito, has beat me there. For some reason I don't trust him and immediately suspect he is the one that harmed my fiance, who is in this hospital bed looking perfectly healthy.  
   I ignore the attorney at first and just talk to my fiance. Somewhere I mention that my ex-husband finally signed the papers. The attorney wants to see them, but I refuse at first. He eventually talks me into letting him see them, so I hand them over. He looks them over and tells me these papers expired and I need to start the divorce process all over again. I freak the fuck out at him and storm off leaving my fiance in the hospital.
   I go back to my apartment to find that my friends are already there for some reason. We all decide to cook dinner together and make an evening of it. The night goes by in a blur and I wake up in the morning disoriented. I'm lying on my living room floor, no pillow or blanket. From the looks of things I passed out. My friends are in the kitchen making breakfast. I asked them what happened last night and they tell me I got shit-faced and blacked out.
   I didn't even remember starting to drink last night. They tell me I wouldn't stop talking about my fiance and the divorce from my first husband. I also went out on the balcony at one point and threw up out there. The vomit landed on my downstairs neighbors balcony, but apparently that was okay because he is always hosing down his balcony anyway. 


So that's all I remember about that dream. I did have another dream, but it's just bits and pieces that don't even make sense when you put them together so I won't go into that one.