David Cross, What Are You Doing Here?

Ok, so I had a dream about David Cross last night. I’ll try to remember it best I can.

I was talking to David. It was him, dressed in I think a hoodie & cargo shorts. Something like that. We were fully engaged in conversation about… well, I can’t remember what about. The setting kept switching from inside a building to outside next to a building. So in the middle of our conversation another David Cross enters, only he’s playing a different character.

So I’m speaking to David and in comes another David who’s acting like a professor, but in an absolutely ridiculous way. Think Donald Duck’s brother, Prof. Ludwig von Drake. And this second David is only partially dressed. All his junk is covered, but everything else is free game for the eyes.

The second David convinces me to go back to his room (which just so happens to be attached to the outside of a random building that we keep popping in and out of throughout the course of the dream), and I do. As I follow behind him into his room I see the first David staring at us, wondering why I’m following the silly David. I feel bad for him and walk over to talk to the first David instead.

The the Almighty Flying Spaghetti Monster descended upon us and ravaged our land and raped our women.

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