I was out one night at a cool bar in DC's ghetto (you know, where all the great bars are), when Brian and I left because the bar closed. We had been drinking quite a bit, so I decided to let him drive the truck back. We were drinking a couple of Coronas on the way and decided that we wanted to pick up some more beer. As we drove through the neighborhood, we spotted this shady-looking convenience store on the block, but there was no place to park. So we continued down the block and turned right only to find that there was no parking on the street. We went on to the next street and turned right to find a spot almost immediately. I said, "Just park here and I'll cut through the alley straight to the store and grab us a twelve pack. I'll be right back. Just jam on some tunes 'til I get back." "Sure thing," he replied. I strolled up the alley while finishing off my beer and walked in through the back door of the store. I noticed that there were about five or six other drunk people in there getting beer and other stuff. I grabbed the Corona and started walking toward the counter when I spotted the munchies isle and grabbed a bag of chips and a bottle of Pepsi. I wandered over to the counter to check out and was waiting behind the guy that was getting rung out when these three gorgeous girls walked in. This bombshell blonde, who was really built and busty in her blue satin and sequin dress, entered with her two friends, this red-headed girl, who was also dressed incredibly classy, and this smoking brunette, whose stunning appeal instantly caught my undivided attention. I then realized by their coded conversation that they were very high-end call girls. They were complaining to one another how their "clients" had cancelled and plans for the night had fallen through. The brunette then got my attention and asked, "You look like you're partying. What are you up to tonight?" "Just heading home with my buddy to hang out and have a few beers. Why?" I asked. "Our plans fell through. Would you mind if me and my two friends joined you?" "Sure," I replied. So she turned to talk to her friends who agreed to come back with us for a few beers. Just then this eight foot tall undead dog (much like the dogs in Resident Evil only much bigger) turned to peer in the front of the store. In one motion, it burst it's head through the front pane of glass and bit down on the upper half of body of the blonde, picked her up, shook her like a rag doll, ripping her right in half, and flung half of her body across the store into the refridgerators. Everyone was screaming and running. From the street I could hear impressive amounts of gunfire (because everyone in the ghetto is packin'.) The monster dog then turned back to the street to find its next victim. The guy behind the counter had pulled out a pump action shotgun and was panic-stricken, pointing the gun wildly and not knowing what to do. "Don't waive that thing at me!" I yelled. He was still in a panic and pointed the shotgun in every direction in confusion. At this point, I was completely pissed off! I grabbed one of the bottles and swiped him right across the temple with its base. I dropped him like a bad habit, grabbed his shotgun, and ran out into the street after this fucking monster dog that just completely ruined my night. I was on a complete adrenaline and anger rampage at this point. The street looked like a war scene shot in Beruit, with cars smashed and dead bodies scattered. I could see the dog in the middle of the street taking gunfire from gangsters that were running and hiding behind cars. I started running after this dog (that was going down the same route that I had driven by the store earlier) cursing and yelling as I let a few rounds fly into its head to get its attention. I grabbed a MAC-10 from one of the bodies in the street and started chasing this dog. "You fucking monster!!! You just fucked up my whole night! You're gonna die you piece of shit!" Among all the gunfire and yelling I could hear, "Look at the crazy mothafuckin' white boy chasing the monster!" It didn't phase me. I was out for vengence. Just then the monster dog turned and noticed me chasing after it and unloading the MAC, as I sceamed running. Just then it did what most dogs tend to do: chase if they run, run if they chase. It turned and started running from me. I chased it down to the corner and to the right, unloading rounds from the magazine into its face every chance I could. I was running as fast as I could while screaming and shooting but it decided to take off into a full sprint. I couldn't keep up. I quickly vanished out of range and sight. I was exhausted and numb from all of the adrenaline. I was almost to the corner where the truck was parked so I kept walking to the corner, where I had a sigh of relief to see the back of the truck. I relaxed and started walking toward the truck when I saw the brake lights come on and watched him start to pull off. "Hey!!! I'm right here! Wait!" I yelled, as I started running and let a few rounds go off to try to get his attention. But it was no use. It had been a while since I left him there waiting and he was already to the next corner. I turned and ran down the alley again to the street in front of the store right as he pulled up with a sort of amazement at the devistation in the street. I ran up to the passenger door and opened it. "What the hell happened here?!" he asked. "Just wait here! I'll be right back," I said, setting the shotgun and MAC-10 on the seat. I ran back into the store and grabbed the Corona, chips and Pepsi, and jumped into the truck. "Drive! Get us the hell out of here quick! Hit the highway." He put the pedal down and we tore off through the neighborhood and onto 395. "What the hell was all that about?" he asked. "You wouldn't believe it. There were these three hot girls that were gonna come back and hang out with us until this fuckin' eight foot tall undead monster dog fucked it all up." I proceeded to tell him the rest of the story in detail on the way home. Then I woke up. This dream was so vivid and detailed (much of which I didn't include here) that I told him about it that evening. He laughed his ass off. I did too. I'd like to see some dream interpreter tell me what the hell that one is supposed to mean!
3/1/04
(4:45 am) I basically slept away the entire day yesterday. I was awake for only a few hours to take care of some obligatory duties. The rest of the day I spent dreaming about the same thing. It led back to a conversation that I had Wed night. There's a part of me that is craving to be satiated. This barren part of my heart is driven by my intectual vulnerability. This part of me is parched and starving to be quenched. In this dessert, would I ever come across an oasis to revive my withering desire? I have wandered toward several mirages in the past year, only to find that these images had been driven by my own imagination. I've even found one last year that I didn't jump into. But I just couldn't help but wonder. Where is my oasis? I'm always hopeful that I will find it. There's always a new vision in the future. There will always be one. The difficult decision is that of these, with which one will you chose to stay? I'm stuck with the echoing thought in my head from one of Girlie's many wise sessions of advice. "People are like puzzle pieces. You'll find that there are many that fit together in different ways. But there are some that just fit much better than others. If you're lucky, you'll find one that fits really well. Those are always the good ones."
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