Tag: Dreams

I was behind the gym and stage of a school, and there was a food cart. I was getting mashed potato, someother food, and a huge thing of lemonade that was in the shape of The Tick. While I was waiting for my food, a man came over wondering if his special eggs were ready. I forget what he called them, but he made sure that the outside could crack off, and that the inside was still a liquid membrane. He slipped the membrane out of the egg to make sure it was good, and then carefully put it back in. He explained to me that it was for some animal thing that I also don’t remember the name of. After he told me about this, I had visions of a man with his stomach cut open, and a live alligators head stuffed inside him. He was screaming in pain as the alligator snapped its head back and fourth, making his upper torso flail like a puppet. It was supposed to be some rite of passage/closest you can go to becoming an animal crap. It was really fucking weird.

I was comparing toothbrushes with someone. Theirs was big and flat, and really neat- though it turned out it was only for cleaning/whitening, not really a toothbrush. Whoever had mine was very impressed with it. Also, they had a keyring flashlight that folded up into itself to become tiny, and became much bigger and brighter when you pushed a button

Forgot to add this dream when I had it, it was earlier on from the same day/night of the one yelling at my mother. Justin and Tom came by the house looking to pick up two of their computers they let me borrow to render something awhile back. I had forgotten about the boxes and went searching around the house for them, eventually finding them buried away in Peters closet. Peter talked with them at the door as I ran around the house looking for parts.

After they left, he mentioned that he was going to see a movie with them later on, and that he had been friendly with them for awhile now. I told him he was stupid, and left it at that, then went back downstairs.

I went to some healthfood store with mom and peter. He and I went in while mom parked the car. He was supposed to be getting a haircut, so Iwondered around to see if there was any food I wanted to pick up. There were few aisles, the pace was preety open spaced. The walls went way high up though. I grabbed a plain soymilck, though I was looking for chocolate and a fresh samantha. They had neither. I also grabbed a two-piece broom somewhere off a shelf. Peter didn’t go to get his hair cut until mom came in, and we wondered around together. A voice over an intercom started requesting that some guy came to the ront desk regarding articles in his locker. Repeating the message, the voice mentioned that tit was a revolver, and then went into great detail talking about it. I commented that it was scarier thinking that thins guy knew so much about it, and that the guy he was paging probably kept it to enjoy his right to bear arms… incase he ever felt the urge to shoot an aluminum can.

Peter came back, and I had to pay for my stuff, I walked up to the register and started joking around with the guy ringing my stuff up, which was pretty fun and enjoyed by all.

I went shopping with my parents and sat down for food after a long checkout. mom said she had seen joann and justin, commented on how joann said she was feeling sick in a rude tone, but maybe would join us for lunch. I snapped back at her and asked her what her problem was and said it wasn’t her buisness. i was far across the table and yeling at her