Tag: Dreams

I had driven home from some pirg thing that was going on in NY. I had planned to take care of Peter, work a bit, and head back. Peter and I went to McDonalds and I bought him food, and insulted the guy at the window for smoking. On the way back, I realized that it was 11, and I needed to be in NY by 12, and got worried. Deciding not to take a shower, I just sped like crazy. Speed-walking back from the car there was a girl next to me who was humming and singing I Want You Back, by the Jackson 5. I commented on this and told her how I’d be listening to them quite a bit on my way to NY. She smiled at me and asked where I was going, which after much thought, I couldn’t remember. She mentioned afew towns, none familiar, and then got caught up in another crowd concerned with a tick. She keeled over and died as a huge bug came flying out of the grass.

I was trying to read some note that was written on my brothers bedroom wall. It looked like a letter I had written to my friend Becca. It struck me odd that I addressed it to her full name. It was dated August of what looked like 2001, and had (among other things) the big shoe Jim made for sculpture class on the wall with some sort of meaning. I wasn’t able to actually read more than her name, since Cherie kept interrupting me about some other art piece that seemed vaguely familiar.

I woke up when I realized that I had to get to my final meeting with my sculpture professor, and was late.

Two guys brought me to the movie theater, I was making fun of them for some reason or another. I walked up along the side stairs to get in, and pushed both of the buttons on the wall. One opened up an employees room and set off the security alarm, the other opened te door to get inside. When I got inside, two security guards mistook me for a girl, and told me to stand infront of a mirror.

Peter and I were stuck in traffic on what everyone thought was a regular road. It was actually a dead end, though, and left everyone confused. I got out of my car and went to the front of the line to see what the holdup was, and found it was just a house there. Peter and I started collecting these pictures of people, and charging people to use the picture as a ticket for seeing a bird. I took a picture that had bill gates on it as a child for my own personal:00 AMusement. I had to wash it off, since it fell in a pile of crap. After washing it, it became very distorted.

I thought I was continuing a dream I haven’t actually had, here. I was at a college I don’t actually go to with my family. We were there late, when custodians were cleaning. Peters grenadine was taken off one of the counters by a woman as we were outside racing. When we got in, mom tried asking the woman for it back, she never actually said it was grenadine- only a red food or candy bottle, the woman refused to give it to us since it was after midnight and we shouldn’t have food. I stepped in and explained that it was just a bottle of grenadine while making fun of the woman. She started talking about chicken nuggets for peter tomorrow, and mom started insulting the woman for talking about something completely irrelevant. Then a security guy came over and took over for the woman tellings us we couldn’t have it. I went outside to pick on him, and he just continued arguing with me from a distance. JoAnn took a closed can of beer and pretended to drink it, in attempt to get a real cop to come over so we could explain we wanted the grenadine back. The cop came over, she showed that the can wasn’t open, and starded acting really weird and teasing them when they said she still needed to show them some ID. The security guy came over while she was sitting on the ground talking rudely, and used a mini cattle prod looking thing to make her lay on the ground as the cops asked. Doing so, he zapped her and made her do a 6-step, while laughing. I started yelling at the guy and he threatened to zap me too. I told him I wanted to be zapped as much as he wanted to be swung at with my heavy backpack, and grasped it by the straps. He stepped closer and I threw it at him, grazing him, he then started running towards me. I ran straight into him, pulling the prod to my chest by his wrists, looking him in the eyes with a smile. He looked at me confused for not spazing out to the zapping, and I brought him to the ground and twisted myself up around him, breaking the cattle prod, and nearly his legs. I kept stretching to try and bend his legs further, but woke up during this.

I think I was at school, and needed to use the bathroom. I walked to where the womens bathroom was, and saw no mens one. I walked around a bit, looking for one. Down a floor in a restaurant, there were tables that looked like fancy toilets, although had noplace to sit, had no walls around them, and were in the middle of the eating area. I walked up to one and started to sit on it when I realized there was food all over it. I buttoned my pants back up and continued my search. A woman told me there was a mens room downstairs, so I hurried down there. They were doing construction down there and removing pipes. I held my breath to avoid breathing in dust and probably asbestos. I came across a mens shower room looking thing and was happy to have finally found it. There were guys in a steaming shower, and another guy on a toilet. Again, no walls. I walked into the toilet area and nearly sat on a jacuzzi thing. I saw the water go deep underneath and a seat on the other side. “Not the toilet” I said, and jumped onto the real one.