Lloyd's Lounge

Last night's dreams were odd.

First I dreamt that silly string was actually a fantastic cleaning agent. Spray a little of that stuff in a greasy caked-on pan and seconds later it would be sparkly clean. Apparently you could synthesise the stuff from a major industrial cleaner and vinegar or baking soda or something. A couple drops of food coloring and you'd be good to go for partying or post-partying.

The second dream found my dad and I checking into a YMCA packed with strange kids. The place was disgusting. The man who checked us in was a real jerk as well, I asked him a question about the tokens he was talking about that I didn't quite catch because of his lisp and he said he already told me. After asking him again he ignored my questions. After that frustrating exchange I turned to follow my dad to the room and said "asshole" under my breath. The room was surprisingly nice. All of the locks were new and the TV was huge and cloistered in a nice TV stand along with a TiVo, DVD player, and VCR. I eventually found the tokens on the sideboard next to the TV; they were about the size of an olympic medal but with three inch and a half transparent plastic pegs screwed evenly around the edges and screwed into a transparent plastic disc the same size and shape as the metal coin making them into a small pedestal-like device. The coin themselves were stamped with a eagle and shield motif with the letters from some government organization's acronym stamped above. Over the next part of the dream these tokens were spent quickly; the man who worked at the YMCA seemed intent on torturing us by making every little thing cost a token. By the time I woke up I was worried about having enough tokens to last our stay there.