Tuesday, September 06, 2005
You stealing stuff, man?
So last night was weird because my roommate's girlfriend stayed in his bed in my room last night with just me. It was fine but I was concerned that I would talk in my sleep or something and wake her up. (I guess I still am a little bit self-conscious.) Anyway, she was sleeping all quiet as I was dreaming about my roommate (her boyfriend who was not there that night) driving his car in the other room, and backing up to rear-end another car and I knew it would be totally disastrous and loud. I couldn't yell to tell him to stop because that would wake her up in real-life. I didn't know what to do so I snapped my fingers to try to get his attention. When I snapped the third time I realized that snapping also makes a loud sound and I woke up because I realized I was really snapping. She didn't hear it.
Then I fell asleep again and dreamt that I had moved to some really criminal area in a big city apartment above some store and lived alone. I came home from work or something and realized the door was unlocked. I walked into the place and realized that someone had stolen lots of my "stuff." However, they didn't steal the computer which is actually the only thing worth stealing that I own, unless you love college art class paintings and drawrings. So I'm just sitting wondering why people were just stealing dumb crap like records and shoes when the door opened and some old dude walked in and started picking through stuff like it was his. I said, "Hey, you stealing stuff, man?" "What you doin'?" He stood there for a second and then ran out the door and down the stairs to the street. I wrote down his license plate # for insurance for some reason.