Just had a dream in which an apple and an orange are hitchhiking cross-country trying to get back home. Riding a Styrofoam cup down a river, they drift into New York harbor, but then it turns into Detroit. It's winter and everything is covered in ice and snow. Coming ashore, they escape the cold by running inside a nearby Chrysler dealership and it's too cold outside for them to leave. They want a car so they can get home, but they don't have the money for a down payment on a loan to get one, and no one's giving them a ride apparently. So they either are stuck having to work/run on a treadmill everyday to 'earn' enough money for a car, or they can take their chances out in the freezing cold. The apple and the orange get pissed, call the dealer's bluff and head on out. The dealer, not believing that someone would actually call him on his scam, runs out after them and quickly eats them. The apple's dying thought is that at least they're not going to be going to waste.
Meanwhile, I think seeds from the apple and orange survive somehow and become human or something and they continue the journey, eventually hitching a ride in an old late 1940's sedan where they end up staying with this nice, hip family in either Cleveland or Chicago with lots of cool kids and toys everywhere. Oh, and the Garfunkel and Oates are with us too and if you haven't heard them, you are missing the hell out. They let us stay the night, giving us various soft cute objects and towels to use as blankets, but we keep singing Weird Al songs softly all night and telling funny stories. Eventually, Weird Al actually shows up and we try to explain our whole journey to him and he just laughs, saying he'll give us two percentage points to the residuals from his hit song Eat It if we're telling the truth, setting us up for life. Finally, we try to get back to sleep. One of the kids says at least this beats sleeping in the back seat of a car, and I say, "Kid, you don't want to even know".
The next morning, we're still goofing off until we see some of the other kids sweeping up outside (where it's not winter anymore) and doing their chores, so we grab some brooms, even though we have to step lightly on the ground covered in sharp tiny prickly stuff in our bare feet and help out. It's then that we run into a young (and actually cool) Sting and a bunch of his pals coming the other way (I'm guessing this includes Andy Summers and Stewart Copeland). So naturally, we break into the songs 'Born in the 50's' (or 90's) and 'Fallout' while playing broom guitar and making the notes vocally at the top of our lungs as we run frantically all over the place. The nice family then says we can stay with them as long as we need to as long as we help out around the house. It is then that I wake up.
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