stewie griffin, muddy waters, me in a dress????

after going to rehab and no longer passing out drunk each night, i started having crazy dreams. they are all just fucking bizarre. last night it went like this...

i was in a car with a guy i know who lives in michigan and is now engaged. he was driving and i was in the passenger seat, and his wife and 2 year old son (that he doesn't actually have) were in the backseat. of course i have no clue why i was with them. his wife and son fell asleep at some point during what seemed to be a really long road trip, and david started getting frisky. i remember thinking that he must be insane seeing as how his wife was a foot behind us, but it was dream world so whatever.

his wife woke up and wanted ice cream, so we stopped at some random ice cream shop that was in the middle of nowhere (i just have to let you know that when i originally typed this, that said "ass cream" so i guess that will tell you where my mind is today). she took her son inside with her, david and i stayed in the car. apparently in dreams the car is the same thing as a hotel room with a locked door.

suddenly we were in the ice cream store with her and she is trying to decide between some double scoop something or single scoop something. she kept holding up the containers they came in, wanting us to decide what she should do. she said that the flavor she really wanted sometimes tastes too much like cinnamon. finally i was annoyed and told her to get both, in hopes that she would shut the fuck up about it. then i had a cherry in my mouth. i remember wondering how it got there.

the next thing i know, david and his wife are gone and i am standing on the wooden porch of what was just the ice cream shop, but now it's an abandoned old shack, it's night time, it's raining and cold. there were trees all around me and i was barefoot. i was obviously nowhere near civilization; there was no driveway or road, just a house in the middle of the woods. i was in a dress (which i never actually fucking wear) that had a ribbon tied around the waist. it kept coming undone and i kept tying it over and over again, standing drenched on the porch. i was waiting for someone. i looked down and realized that the ribbon was now 20 feet long and covered in mud...and that kinda bothered me.

i walked into the old house and there was a light on in the front room, but nothing in it. there was only one other room and it had a light on as well. suddenly, stewie griffin appears and he is running back and forth between the rooms, trying to decide which one he wanted to shit in. he kept stopping and saying "where do i want to poo?" so what the fuck is a fucking cartoon baby doing in my dreams? but in the dream it was david's son, and not funny, like stewie actually is, but just annoying.

okay, he's gone now and it's raining again and i am back outside and i feel like it's 1950 and i am in the COUNTRY. about 5 old black men walk out of the trees and up onto the porch and sit down on crates. one man walks inside and a spotlight comes on and there is a microphone. he starts singing and it's the most amazing sound i have ever heard. someone on the porch pulls out a harmonica and plays it.i am just standing in the middle of the circle they have formed and slowly turning around trying to figure out where the hell these people came from, who the fuck they are, and how the fuck i am going to get home. one man just said, "relax girl, that's muddy waters. i suggest you sit yourself down, quit worrying about your dress being dirty, and enjoy some soul."and i did.

but when i woke up this morning i seriously was like, who the fuck is muddy waters? then i found out. so i guess i knew of muddy waters somewhere in my brain, but why i am pulling him into a dream along with an affair, stewie griffin, and a dirty dress is just beyond me. fuck, other than david being there the whole dream is whacked. analyzation anyone?