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**Stuff written in (parentheses) and italics are connections I have made between my dream and something else.** |
Rambo Meets The Lawrance Brothers
2/27/01
Repressed Anger
1/14/01
Last night my dream was one of those ones that you could have sworn was real, but wasn't. The dream goes like this. I'm at my girlfriends house and we are just hanging out like normal. We start watching a movie and one of her roommates, this super lazy and 24/7 stoner guy, walks into the room and asks if someone would start his painting for him. He's got this 10 foot blank canvas laying on the kitchen counter, but the fucker is to lazy to start painting his own damn painting. I won't do it, but my girlfriend gets up and starts it for him. She's painting on all of these blue and purple water colors, when suddenly I get up, walk over to him, and punch him as hard as I could right in the face. Of course he falls over, after receiving my oh so manly fist in his face, and then gets up and proceeds to fight with me. We fight, and I yell at him for being a fucking lazy bitch and he retaliates with some incoherent comeback, probably stupid as hell, when someone else yells at us. I don't know who because that is all I remember, but the voice was authoritative enough to make us stop. Like we were two school kids fighting on the playground and the teacher had caught us. I think it was the bitchy third roommate, but it could have been anyone.
A Girl, A Cop, And A Starbucks, Oh My
1/3/01
This dream isn't overly interesting, but I'm sure some psychiatrist
somewhere could analyze it to death. It starts off with me going to a bar down
the street with this cute girl in my building and class. We sit at a table outside
and start talking about nothing. As we're talking I look over and there is this
big courtyard that wraps around the building. I get up and walk down and around
this courtyard. As I get around the corner I come to a dead end, but in this dead
end I look around and the walls all look like the kinds you would find on an ancient
Roman or Greek buildings. You know, the kinds with all those bas-reliefs and sculptures.
(Just a connecting side note, me and this girl both had the same Art History
class, and yes, we did study ancient Greek and Roman art). So I'm looking
around at these walls and I see small stores where you would expect maybe an ancient
market. One shop I remember was a cheap and crappie gift shop that you could find
in any touristy spot. The only other one I could remember was a fucking Starbucks.
A Starbucks!? What the heel is a Starbucks doing here? (There are a lot of
these in SF, especially around where I live). There were others that I don't
remember, but what I do remember is that all the stores were in the walls, not
outside them. It kind of reminded me of the huge mall inside Caesar's Palace in
Las Vegas. Now back to the dream, so I finish looking at these walls and I walk
back to the table and start drinking a beer with this girl. Things are cool and
we are just talking about nothing again, when I see this cop in full highway patrol
gear leave the bar inside and start to approach us. When he gets to us he demands
to see our IDs and after showing we were legal he proceeds to harass me in true
cop fashion. I just remembered, it probably has no relevance, but when I think
about it the cop looked like the guy from C.H.I.P.'s. Not Eric Estrada, but his
partner, you know the blond guy. But he had on those big cop glasses that have
mirrors for lenses. So after the cop had his fill, he leaves us and we again talk.
Again we talk about nothing and we leave. I wish I could remember what we talked
about, since it probably had some significance, but my best guess is that all
we did was flirt.
Lucky Bum
12/30/00
I can't remember all of it, but the part I do remember goes like
this. I'm in this place that looks a lot like a bus station and I'm sitting down
in one of those uncomfortable plastic chairs, you know, the kinds that are made
by chiropractors to medically fuck up your back and leave you uncomfortable all
while making your ass hurt. Well, I'm sitting in this fucking chair and this bum
comes up to me and asks for change, but I didn't have any. So the bum moves on
to one of those cheap ass vending machines that always steal your money. He puts
in a dollar and instead of only getting one bag of stale pretzels, he got two
fucking bags. Then he puts in another dollar and gets two candy bars. From there
I can't remember shit. Sorry I was on vacation and I had better things to do then
worry about remembering my whole dream.
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