It was midday.
I was outside at some park waiting for Grayson to show up. When he finally did, he was dressed appropriately for whatever we were going to, in a button-up shirt and slacks, but he was absolutely drenched in sweat. He was with his mother and I asked her, "What did he do?!" seeing as he was breathing too hard to answer. She said that they had an argument before they left and he decided to run to the event instead of ride with her. I accepted this as an answer. Grayson and I walked through the park and into a neighborhood to try and find the house where this event was at. When we finally found it, we went to my car and for some reason it was Grayson's job to park my car int he garage. So, he got in and started to back into the garage. He backed all the way in and almost hit the back wall. I asked him, "Why do you always pull in SO far?" and he said "Because I'm always afraid that when I close the garage door it's going to come down on the hood." So, naturally, I went and got a measuring tape and measured the distance from the front bumper to the garage door. There was 4 extra feet. So he pulled forward a little.
Next, this guy Chris that I knew from high school who I have not talked to in over 5 or 6 years came into the garage. Him and some other guy got into my car and started playing a game where they were seeing who could fill a cup with beer the highest without it spilling over the edge. Of course, this is the type of game that can only be played in a brand new car. I sat there and watched them feeling very excited to see who could fill their cup the most with beer. Chris won and they started to get out of the car with their cups. Then, Chris accidentally spilled some beer on the other guy's back. This guy was REALLY mad about it and started yelling at Chris. Chris was still sitting in the back seat of my car, the other guy was standing right outside, and Grayson was in the driver's seat with his head sticking out of the sunroof watching all the action. Eventually, Chris was so upset with this guy yelling that he threw the rest of his beer on him. Some of the beer splashed on the inside of my car door and I FLIPPED OUT. I said, "CHRIS GET THE F**K OUT OF MY F**KING CAR!! WHAT THE F**K IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!? YOU SPILLED F**KING BEER IN MY F**KING CAR!!" Chris didn't really seem to care. Grayson was frozen with fear. As Chris walked inside I said my final "CHRIS, F**K YOU!!" and he said, "Yea, f**k you too!" and went inside. Grayson walked inside as well and I started to clean my car.
I cleaned for a little while and then finally went inside and apologized to Grayson's mom who was in the kitchen and heard everything. Then I went over to the stairwell and there was some girl crying and I apologized to her too and she said that she had never seen me like this and I explained that he spilled beer on the inside of my car door. She seemed to understand.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Asian Counter-terrorists
Crap crap crap crap crap. I can feel myself forgetting parts of the dream.
So, in the first one I was a terrorist with two other terrorists and we were robbing a bank or something along those lines. The counter-terrorists were absolutely no match for us. I'm pretty sure I had unlimited bullets. Anyways, we killed all of them and casually walked into the vault and took bags of money. Then, me and one of my comrades started talking about what to do with the money. We chit-chatted for a little bit and then I was wondering where guy #3 was. I walked into the lobby of the bank to see what he was doing and he freaking SHOT ME IN THE FACE. I fell on the ground and watched him walk in and shoot the other guy and take the money all for himself. I should have known. He seemed pretty shady to begin with....
The other dream consisted of me sitting in a grassy common area at a university. It seemed like it was in the future because there were a lot of metallic objects outside. I was talking to one of my Asian friends and he decided it was time for me to know his real name, his Asian name. He told me and I was absolutely disgusted. I left him and went to sit with another group of friends. They kept asking me what was wrong and I didn't want to tell them. After a lot of pressuring, I finally told them that my Asian friend had told me his real name, but it was too horrible to repeat. They were really really curious and I was starting to get frustrated so I just left.
I'm pretty sure there was a lot more that happened and I should have freaking got out of bed whenever I woke up at like 5am and typed this, but I didn't.
So, in the first one I was a terrorist with two other terrorists and we were robbing a bank or something along those lines. The counter-terrorists were absolutely no match for us. I'm pretty sure I had unlimited bullets. Anyways, we killed all of them and casually walked into the vault and took bags of money. Then, me and one of my comrades started talking about what to do with the money. We chit-chatted for a little bit and then I was wondering where guy #3 was. I walked into the lobby of the bank to see what he was doing and he freaking SHOT ME IN THE FACE. I fell on the ground and watched him walk in and shoot the other guy and take the money all for himself. I should have known. He seemed pretty shady to begin with....
The other dream consisted of me sitting in a grassy common area at a university. It seemed like it was in the future because there were a lot of metallic objects outside. I was talking to one of my Asian friends and he decided it was time for me to know his real name, his Asian name. He told me and I was absolutely disgusted. I left him and went to sit with another group of friends. They kept asking me what was wrong and I didn't want to tell them. After a lot of pressuring, I finally told them that my Asian friend had told me his real name, but it was too horrible to repeat. They were really really curious and I was starting to get frustrated so I just left.
I'm pretty sure there was a lot more that happened and I should have freaking got out of bed whenever I woke up at like 5am and typed this, but I didn't.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Roller Coasters
So,
My friend Chris and I were at a theme park. We were waiting in line for the wooden roller coaster and the line was probably 4 hours long. We were just chatting away. There were these 3 African American girls who hopped the fence and went to run around on the roller coaster tracks. I saw them go over the barrier and looked around for someone to stop them. Nobody did, so I just assumed they were supposed to go over there. When Chris and I finally get to the front of the line we sit in the 2nd car. The roller coaster is going over a series of very small bumps. They are just kind of... jolting it around. Anyways, we're coming up on a turn and the three girls are standing on the track!! They jump off RIGHT BEFORE the train hits them. The emergency brakes slam on while we're rounding the turn and the coaster comes off the tracks. Luckily, we are only about 10 feet off the ground. The roller coaster flies off and kind of like... sails through the air. It doesn't flip over or anything and we just land in the grass. Everyone is ok and then I woke up.
I had another dream... UGH now I can't remember... ummm... crap. Man, I just had it.... It was something with magic or something... ummmmmmmm oh well.
My friend Chris and I were at a theme park. We were waiting in line for the wooden roller coaster and the line was probably 4 hours long. We were just chatting away. There were these 3 African American girls who hopped the fence and went to run around on the roller coaster tracks. I saw them go over the barrier and looked around for someone to stop them. Nobody did, so I just assumed they were supposed to go over there. When Chris and I finally get to the front of the line we sit in the 2nd car. The roller coaster is going over a series of very small bumps. They are just kind of... jolting it around. Anyways, we're coming up on a turn and the three girls are standing on the track!! They jump off RIGHT BEFORE the train hits them. The emergency brakes slam on while we're rounding the turn and the coaster comes off the tracks. Luckily, we are only about 10 feet off the ground. The roller coaster flies off and kind of like... sails through the air. It doesn't flip over or anything and we just land in the grass. Everyone is ok and then I woke up.
I had another dream... UGH now I can't remember... ummm... crap. Man, I just had it.... It was something with magic or something... ummmmmmmm oh well.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Outdoor Learning
I had multiple dreams, but I can only remember two of them.
The first one was that I was attending some sort of college where all of the dorms were log cabins and all of the classes were taught at picnic tables outside. It was like a summer camp, but definitely college. The guys were on one side of campus and the girls were on the other side. In my dorm, I was rooming with this kid named Alex. He was pretty cool, but not that talkative. The heater for the entire dorm was in our room so everyone was given a key to our room just in case they wanted to come in and change the heat. All I really remember is going to class once and talking with some girls who were freshmen and I was a senior or something.
The next dream was about the Universal Studio Tour; well, it was at least loosely based on that. I was getting on a tour tram that was parked at the bottom of a pretty huge hill. It was all grass and I could not call it a "mountain", but it was definitely a good 5 stories tall. We were all getting on and we saw some anime characters up ahead dancing around one of the trams. I thought to myself "Oh cool, I wonder what other characters are going to be on the tour..." and then Jim Carrey and The Most Interesting Man In The World (Dos XX guy) got off of the tram car up ahead and started boxing off to the side. They both ran up the hill and I decided to get off and chase them. When I got to the top of the hill I saw them shaking hands and saying stuff like "good show", but to the right of them was a bunch of the anime characters having a huge battle. I ran into the battle and one of them shot me with a laser.
Yeeeaaaa.
The first one was that I was attending some sort of college where all of the dorms were log cabins and all of the classes were taught at picnic tables outside. It was like a summer camp, but definitely college. The guys were on one side of campus and the girls were on the other side. In my dorm, I was rooming with this kid named Alex. He was pretty cool, but not that talkative. The heater for the entire dorm was in our room so everyone was given a key to our room just in case they wanted to come in and change the heat. All I really remember is going to class once and talking with some girls who were freshmen and I was a senior or something.
The next dream was about the Universal Studio Tour; well, it was at least loosely based on that. I was getting on a tour tram that was parked at the bottom of a pretty huge hill. It was all grass and I could not call it a "mountain", but it was definitely a good 5 stories tall. We were all getting on and we saw some anime characters up ahead dancing around one of the trams. I thought to myself "Oh cool, I wonder what other characters are going to be on the tour..." and then Jim Carrey and The Most Interesting Man In The World (Dos XX guy) got off of the tram car up ahead and started boxing off to the side. They both ran up the hill and I decided to get off and chase them. When I got to the top of the hill I saw them shaking hands and saying stuff like "good show", but to the right of them was a bunch of the anime characters having a huge battle. I ran into the battle and one of them shot me with a laser.
Yeeeaaaa.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving was great! That's not what this blog is about though.
Uhhh, last night was really scattered and choppy, but I remember I was at the post office and one of my friends from jr. high/high school, Katie Livingston, was there too. We have not seen each other in years so we were like "What?! Hey!!" but we both had to mail packages at opposite ends of the post office so we kept walking and didn't talk.
Then all of the sudden I was in a movie theater seeing Tangled by myself. The movie theater probably sat like... 5000 people. It was huge. I left in the middle of the movie because I wanted popcorn. The lobby of the theater was a giant banquet hall.
That's all I remember.
Uhhh, last night was really scattered and choppy, but I remember I was at the post office and one of my friends from jr. high/high school, Katie Livingston, was there too. We have not seen each other in years so we were like "What?! Hey!!" but we both had to mail packages at opposite ends of the post office so we kept walking and didn't talk.
Then all of the sudden I was in a movie theater seeing Tangled by myself. The movie theater probably sat like... 5000 people. It was huge. I left in the middle of the movie because I wanted popcorn. The lobby of the theater was a giant banquet hall.
That's all I remember.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Smells Like Old Baseball
Hey "everyone"
I've been having a lot of vivid weird dreams lately so I thought I should write about it. Also, I've been trying to find a way to start writing more. Voila!
So, this dream happened a few nights ago. It's what inspired me to start this blog so I'm going to open with it.
The dream opened with my dad and I sitting in baseball stadium. It was pretty full and I have no idea who was playing. I was looking around enjoying the game and then I see Kurt Cobain. My dream self completely accepted this and I thought "Oh! Finally!" because I was expecting him. My dad and I had traveled back in time for the specific reason of going to a baseball game with Kurt Cobain. Kurt walks over, sits down next to me, and him, my dad, and I have a nice chat. I don't remember what we talked about, but it was very short because he had to go a few rows down and sign baseballs.
He walks down to a group of children gathered around a bucket of baseballs. He starts taking the balls out one by one, signing them, in pencil, and handing them out to all the children. He throws me one too and winks. Of course, I perceive this as completely normal. I look at the baseball and the handwriting is in the exact same style as his suicide note. Kind of messy and slanted. For some reason I just kept concentrating on the fact that it looks exactly like his hand writing from his suicide note. I was staring at it for a really long time. Kurt eventually came back and sat down.
The dream then cut to my dad and I in a small apartment living room. It was where the scientist lived that was helping us time travel. I remember that the scientist was explaining how everything worked, but I don't remember what he said. The only part I do remember is that we had to have these little microchips inserted under our skin somewhere. I told my dad, "I don't remember putting this under my skin the first time..." and my dad told me that he had done it while I was sleeping. I really did not want to put this in my skin for some reason. I was freaking out. I just told them that I was going to stay in the 90's. My dad said that I was not allowed to. I asked him where he put his microchip and he said that he had just SHOVED IT in right about his clavicle. I guess my dad is just that hardcore.
I told him that there was NO way I was doing that. So, in desperation, not anger, pinned me up against the wall and planted the microchip in right about my clavicle. I was resistant, but I could tell that he was really scared about leaving me behind in the 90's and that he did it out of love.
Then I woke up.
Welp. That's all I've got for now. I've been having a lot of dreams about spiders too, so we'll see where that goes.
I've been having a lot of vivid weird dreams lately so I thought I should write about it. Also, I've been trying to find a way to start writing more. Voila!
So, this dream happened a few nights ago. It's what inspired me to start this blog so I'm going to open with it.
The dream opened with my dad and I sitting in baseball stadium. It was pretty full and I have no idea who was playing. I was looking around enjoying the game and then I see Kurt Cobain. My dream self completely accepted this and I thought "Oh! Finally!" because I was expecting him. My dad and I had traveled back in time for the specific reason of going to a baseball game with Kurt Cobain. Kurt walks over, sits down next to me, and him, my dad, and I have a nice chat. I don't remember what we talked about, but it was very short because he had to go a few rows down and sign baseballs.
He walks down to a group of children gathered around a bucket of baseballs. He starts taking the balls out one by one, signing them, in pencil, and handing them out to all the children. He throws me one too and winks. Of course, I perceive this as completely normal. I look at the baseball and the handwriting is in the exact same style as his suicide note. Kind of messy and slanted. For some reason I just kept concentrating on the fact that it looks exactly like his hand writing from his suicide note. I was staring at it for a really long time. Kurt eventually came back and sat down.
The dream then cut to my dad and I in a small apartment living room. It was where the scientist lived that was helping us time travel. I remember that the scientist was explaining how everything worked, but I don't remember what he said. The only part I do remember is that we had to have these little microchips inserted under our skin somewhere. I told my dad, "I don't remember putting this under my skin the first time..." and my dad told me that he had done it while I was sleeping. I really did not want to put this in my skin for some reason. I was freaking out. I just told them that I was going to stay in the 90's. My dad said that I was not allowed to. I asked him where he put his microchip and he said that he had just SHOVED IT in right about his clavicle. I guess my dad is just that hardcore.
I told him that there was NO way I was doing that. So, in desperation, not anger, pinned me up against the wall and planted the microchip in right about my clavicle. I was resistant, but I could tell that he was really scared about leaving me behind in the 90's and that he did it out of love.
Then I woke up.
Welp. That's all I've got for now. I've been having a lot of dreams about spiders too, so we'll see where that goes.
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