So, my circadian rhythm was going crazy last night and I had 6 unique dreams, all of them incredibly vivid. I’ll spare you the more epic bits to present this little gem. I’m on an airplane with two other guys and one chick, the chick is telling a story to the guy she’s dating. Oh, and we’re all dressed as pirates.
CHICK: So, there we were, surrounding this beautiful wooden chassis- (she pronounced this phonetically)
GUY: “chassie”
CHICK: What?
GUY: It’s pronounced “chassie”
CHICK: Oh honey, you’re so cute, but seriously, look it up
GUY SITTING NEXT TO ME (TO ME): Maybe Al Sharpton told her to pronounce it that way
This was hilarious in my mind, no idea why. I’m pretty sure the last line referenced something earlier in the dream (like she interned for him or something and dropped the name), though given the misogyny of my dream-sitcom’s best joke, I wouldn’t be surprised to find latent racism too.
Either way, it means I probably want to fuck my mother. To be fair, who doesn’t?
