{"id":349,"date":"2011-08-17T19:38:56","date_gmt":"2011-08-18T00:38:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/obeythecoxswain.com\/blog\/?p=349"},"modified":"2015-10-09T22:09:34","modified_gmt":"2015-10-10T03:09:34","slug":"swan-dive-onto-the-crazy-train","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/obeythecoxswain.com\/blog\/swan-dive-onto-the-crazy-train\/","title":{"rendered":"Swan Dive onto the Crazy Train"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I fell asleep while doing my post-chiro icing of the neck and had one crazy, messed up dream.<\/p>\n<p>I was trying to explain to my dad how I&#8217;d been divorced twice yet never married, but I couldn&#8217;t remember the name of my second ex-husband. So I went in search of the friend who had written up the paperwork that married me to him.<\/p>\n<p>During my search, I came upon a group of people sunbathing on an asphalt beach and noticed a woman deliberately sweeping debris into people&#8217;s faces, so approached her and started yelling at her in French. My tongue stumbled over one of the words, and she disdainfully asked if I was American. I responded with the oh-so-witty retort (still all in French) that these were all good people and that she was not a good person (pretty representative of the level of my verbal repartee\u00c2\u00a0in French). She physically attacked me, but somehow I managed to bend her hand back until she cried &#8220;mercy,&#8221; except it sounded like &#8220;merci,&#8221; so she was essentially thanking me for giving her a beatdown. Then we started laughing uncontrollably and all was forgiven.<\/p>\n<p>Throughout the entire dream, there was this Ani Difranco mashup playing in the background. What I can remember went like this:<\/p>\n<p><em>Some people wear their smile like a disguise<\/em><br \/>\n<em> So I&#8217;m gonna do my best to swan dive<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Into shark-infested waters<\/em><br \/>\n<em> I&#8217;m gonna pull out my tampon<\/em><br \/>\n<em> And start splashing around<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>No no no no &#8211; Outta me, onto you<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Don&#8217;t treat me like I am something that happened to you<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Don&#8217;t think cause I&#8217;m easy, I&#8217;m naive<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Don&#8217;t think I won&#8217;t pull it out<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Don&#8217;t think I won&#8217;t shoot<\/em><br \/>\n<em> I don&#8217;t care if they eat me alive<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Cause I&#8217;ve got better things to do then survive*<\/em><\/p>\n<p>It actually sounded really good, though I have no idea how, considering it&#8217;s a mashup of three different songs. 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