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Dec. 6th, 2004
last night, I dreamt that I was in my home town. I was in a car at a busy intersection (for hometown folks, that's church on the hill during tourist season...or maybe just by triangle park...i can't remember)...anyhow. I see a nasty car accident. A head-on collision. The car closest to me was a convertible and the guy inside really got tossed around. I immediately stopped my car, probably blocking traffic, and dialed 911. As I did this I noticed that there had been a firetruck behind me and they began to go help the fellow, so I hung up. Paramedics soon showed up, and I went to go talk to the guy and to see if he was ok.
He seemed to be in decent humor about the whole thing but it was easy to see his pain. I won't go into the gross details about how he looked. I kind of patted his head as he was on the stretcher, not sure why...I guess it was like that music video where michael stipe walks on cars and reassures me that 'everybody hurts'. that's what i was trying to say, maybe? hahha, it's humor... blah, nevermind
Then, I get to my destination which happens to be one of the big old estates that I took for granted up north. I meet up with some old friends...catch up on old times, who's doing what, who's dating whom...one of my old aquaintances either doesn't recognize me or pretends not to...then time passes and for some reason Paris Hilton is in the estate, wandering around, in some kind of drama with me and others. What the fuck is this? The rest of this dream is thankfully censored by my alarm clock.
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The night before...or wait, three nights ago? I was on a lot of drugs for a migraine. I dreamt that I fought horribly with my parents, at their house. It was really bad; I felt like a caged animal, using every curse word I knew and totally pulling a DeNiro on my dad....basically being a real dick. I remember feeling very hurt inside about something they did or said or implied, which is why I was lashing out so hard.
later, I'm at some general store with BJ, looking for black wifebeaters. There was a phone call with my mother, where I yelled at her some more. Back to shopping with BJ. We seem to find some wifebeaters finally, but then this old, sailor-looking guy in a bright blue tank top and tiny little shorts hobbles over to us and puts his arms around us. He begins talking about wifebeaters then segues into some really scary shit, all the time...rubbing our backs and trying to rub our bellies. Really fucking weird.
Again, glad I woke up.
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Last week I had a dream I met this girl that I really liked, and who really liked me back...it was a weird dream because it kept me up at night the whole week. A lot of strange stuff happened, but a lot of great stuff happened, too. I remember really wanting to play legos, but I never got the chance. I don't want to really get into the details here because, well, who knows? Maybe she's a REAL girl and not just some silly little dream.
Once again, glad I woke up.
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In other news, my source on the inside (my brother) told me that I am getting that recording interface I needed for my computer, for xmas. Aside from meaning I am actually getting a present from my parents for once....This means I'll get to finally record my music in the comfort of my own home the way I want! I hope I'm not the only one excited about this. Anyhow, it'll be therapeutic. I need to start doing some hardcore drugs. I drove to work today listening to some old recorded stuff...I think I remembered some emotions I haven't felt in a while but did a decent job of documenting in music. I'll be lending my studio technician/producer services to anyone who has the time/patience to work with me, too. Of course you'll have to give me hand/blowjobs, negotiable depending upon the size of your teeth and texture of your palms.
I hope you are all having a good day. For those of you with finals, good luck this week! Don't fuck up. Do well so we can all hang out afterwards and laugh about dumb shit. Or each other. Or maybe I won't meet you there.
He seemed to be in decent humor about the whole thing but it was easy to see his pain. I won't go into the gross details about how he looked. I kind of patted his head as he was on the stretcher, not sure why...I guess it was like that music video where michael stipe walks on cars and reassures me that 'everybody hurts'. that's what i was trying to say, maybe? hahha, it's humor... blah, nevermind
Then, I get to my destination which happens to be one of the big old estates that I took for granted up north. I meet up with some old friends...catch up on old times, who's doing what, who's dating whom...one of my old aquaintances either doesn't recognize me or pretends not to...then time passes and for some reason Paris Hilton is in the estate, wandering around, in some kind of drama with me and others. What the fuck is this? The rest of this dream is thankfully censored by my alarm clock.
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The night before...or wait, three nights ago? I was on a lot of drugs for a migraine. I dreamt that I fought horribly with my parents, at their house. It was really bad; I felt like a caged animal, using every curse word I knew and totally pulling a DeNiro on my dad....basically being a real dick. I remember feeling very hurt inside about something they did or said or implied, which is why I was lashing out so hard.
later, I'm at some general store with BJ, looking for black wifebeaters. There was a phone call with my mother, where I yelled at her some more. Back to shopping with BJ. We seem to find some wifebeaters finally, but then this old, sailor-looking guy in a bright blue tank top and tiny little shorts hobbles over to us and puts his arms around us. He begins talking about wifebeaters then segues into some really scary shit, all the time...rubbing our backs and trying to rub our bellies. Really fucking weird.
Again, glad I woke up.
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Last week I had a dream I met this girl that I really liked, and who really liked me back...it was a weird dream because it kept me up at night the whole week. A lot of strange stuff happened, but a lot of great stuff happened, too. I remember really wanting to play legos, but I never got the chance. I don't want to really get into the details here because, well, who knows? Maybe she's a REAL girl and not just some silly little dream.
Once again, glad I woke up.
----
In other news, my source on the inside (my brother) told me that I am getting that recording interface I needed for my computer, for xmas. Aside from meaning I am actually getting a present from my parents for once....This means I'll get to finally record my music in the comfort of my own home the way I want! I hope I'm not the only one excited about this. Anyhow, it'll be therapeutic. I need to start doing some hardcore drugs. I drove to work today listening to some old recorded stuff...I think I remembered some emotions I haven't felt in a while but did a decent job of documenting in music. I'll be lending my studio technician/producer services to anyone who has the time/patience to work with me, too. Of course you'll have to give me hand/blowjobs, negotiable depending upon the size of your teeth and texture of your palms.
I hope you are all having a good day. For those of you with finals, good luck this week! Don't fuck up. Do well so we can all hang out afterwards and laugh about dumb shit. Or each other. Or maybe I won't meet you there.