Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Hot Tubs to Hot Subs

I was in a large group of people in bathing suits in a wooden 6 story cabin with tons of hot tubs. Amanda's family, some friends, and some pro athletes were in our group and we were to test out the hot tubs. Amanda's 3 year old niece was in the first floor one with some other lil' kids and everyone else found their own on the top floors. My group ended up being Amanda, me, Lawrence Taylor and Bernie Kosar in one hot tub. Then I got scared that the water was too hot for Amanda's niece and ran down to the first floor scared she was burnt up. Not true, she was fine but our groups time was over. Everyone lined up at the door and our group went out to the lobby while a new group came into the sauna hot tub room.

In the lobby, we were all drying off and snackin on stuff from Markle Pool when George W. and two of his "right hand men" came to greet us. It was Bush but he looked like Bill Clinton mixed with Principal Skinner. But we all knew it was Bush. I got to talk to him and his cronies and ripped him soooo bad about all the stuff I don't like about him and he got uncomfortable and walked off so I kept talking with the two buddies of his. Then I got sent to a different room than everyone else.

Then I was on an aircraft carrier full of people sailing into the desert. In my dream it was Tunisia but it was an Arabian desert everywhere. Yep, I had pushed W's buttons and went and got deported...to the desert. But where we walked off the boat, there were miles of people cheering in two parallel lines and people running down the "tunnel" they were making. We went to look and someone grabbed me who was running and I started to running holding this man's hand who looked and was dressed like a typical middle eastern conservative man, with a robe and headdress and all that. It was my dad. He was like run, it's a celebration! I was like what the frick. So I said, "but they'll find out that I'm not Arab." He said, "it's okay, you're with me." So we ran sooo fast and hard but didn't get tired and when we came to the end of the lines of cheering people we were in New York, and not even out of breath. I asked my dad how far we had run and he said four miles.
The end.

Monday, November 21, 2005

War.... What is it good for?

Last night I entered this back-alley door that was supposed to lead to a speakeasy-type bar... a low-key place to relax. What I got instead was transported to the streets of this war-torn neighborhood, populated solely by teenagers. I immediately found myself in the company of 3 other guys who were in the same position as me -- out of place in a war they had nothing to do with... One of them was Deebo from the "Friday" movies. We had to build our own weapons & bombs from debris we found on the street, and we stashed them under a manhole cover so the stupid kids wouldn't find them & hurt themselves.

Friday, November 18, 2005

Follow the white light

Finally I had a dream I can remember.... it's been a while. For some reason, I have a lot of dreams where I'm getting chased by someone who wants me dead, and last night was no exception.

The only part I remember is this friggin' mob guy who's trying to kill me, and I'm running for my life. And every time, in every dream I have.... I run into the same house -- this huge, green, cavernous house out in the woods. It's got all these rooms & twists & turns, and I can run and run and whoever is chasing me can never catch me. And I always get to this one doorway that leads out to the backside of the house, and there's a huge long bridge that leads from the back door to the other side of this deep, dark canyon... and there's a city at the bottom of the canyon. It's always nighttime when I go outside the backdoor, so you can see all the city lights below, and on the other side of the canyon where the bridge leads, there's a super-bright, white light that just beams brighter than anything I've ever seen. And I always catch myself looking too long & realizing that the guy's still after me.... but I always wake up before I can cross the bridge. I wonder if I'd die for real if I made it to the other side and went into the light...? That would be a mind-bender.

Monday, November 14, 2005

Talk to your kids about drug abuse

So I was in college and it was like the last few days before graduation at Huntington and all my friends were have "get-togethers" before everyone left. I was at one with some weird combination of dudes, Joe Gaff, Jonny Rice, Jake Sikora, Blake Mollenkopf, Janine Senanayake, Matt Bruce, Nate Reusser, lots of people who wouldn't be together, but we and some others were having a good time. I had to leave to go back to the dorm because I forgot something pointless but it's a dream. So I went back to the dorm which was like 30 floors high and there was like a porch/balcony on everyfloor around the entire building with no railings or anything. There were no elevators so it took a long time for me to get to the top floor. When I got there it was all outside like cheap hotels and the top floor had like a courtyard of cement with windows all around to see in like a jail rec room. There were tons of guys doing crap that would happen in a dorm and not in public, and there were three little kids fighting this other little kid. They were like 10 years old or less but seriously hurting each other bad. I broke it up and asked Jonny Rice (who was everywhere that day, I guess) whose kids they were. He told me he saw their dad outside on the balcony, smoking weed with the students because he had won the nascar race that was on campus today. I sent the kids down the thirty flights of stairs with head bleeding and was furious at their dad for the care they were not receiving. I went out to the twenty or so drinkers and smokers on the balcony. They were talking about the 15 million dollar race that this guy had won and I asked loudly to everyone, "Who's the guy who won the race today?" One man braggingly raised his hand between his little joint puffs. I walked up to him and continued to "chew him out" for his treatment of his kids while he was getting high with 20 year olds. I was so mad that everyone else cleared off the balcony in discomfort and awkwardness. Instead of this man getting mad back at me, he became very pitiful looking, as if he knew he was the worst person ever and looked depressed to the point of suicidal. I went to the room and grabbed a bunch of broccoli and brought it back and threw it in his face like it was weed and said "Why don't you use your 15 million and buy a house where you can smoke weed while your kids are at school, you fuckin' loser."
I then walked down all the stairs and realized the kids were gone and the party with the funny group was over and everyone had left school and this guy maybe felt bad enough to jump from the building. Then I woke up.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Ain't got time for dreamin'

Except for this one from last night:
On vacation with my family at this boring festival. Went back to hotel room, but realized I didn't have a key or know where our room was. Lots of people playing poker in these dorm room type lobbies.
Went to this summer camp/public park type bathroom with this "medicine cabinet" that had weird bloody razor blades in it. We were warned about this serial killer/monster who sure enough stormed into the bathroom. He was a dirty, skinny, dark-skinned teenager with a wild expression and no clothes. We yelled at him and I kicked the door at him til he went away.
Then I went to another safer-looking bathroom/sleeping area to worn my co-workers about the maniac on the loose. But then we realized that their area was connected to this vast creepy barn area with straw and empty cow stalls so he could have been anywhere. I'm not a racist.