I had some freaktastic, wacktastic, crackified, sexified, violent, shoobie do wop dreams last night. Apparently that causes me to create journals in my don king persona. haha only in america!
The first one was so long. it felt like i was having it for hours. i was running away from two large men, one looked like jesse "the body" ventura. I ran from my apartment, i ran to the grocery store, i ran behind it, i ran into some sort of complex. it was built out of wood, like a deck surrounding a pool, for some reason. i hid under the decks, but the guys wouldnt stop. they smashed through the decks, they beat me with 2x4's from the decks, they beat me with pipes that were supporting the deck. no matter what i tried nothing worked. i couldnt run away, i couldnt get the police to come inside the complex, i couldnt get the people in the complex to help, i couldnt fight back. it was exhausting
in the second dream i remember, i met a south american girl in her late 20's. she wore a green dress. she told me she was from Sonia, a country just south of Mexico. We talked and flirted in a Philadelphia coffeehouse for some time. A guy that she knew came by, he looked like a model. He also began flirting with the south american goddess. For some reason she chose me over him. In mid conversation she took me by the hand and led me to her room (which was in the coffeehouse ???). i was stunned and releived and ecstatic. we began kissing and as we were about to launch into the most passionate vigorous sex of my young life, she had to go, and the dream ended.
even in dreams
what
the
fuck
damn, did i just wrote a whole entry wothout obsessing over Benni, or Margot Tenenbaum?
wait, DAMNIT!
The first one was so long. it felt like i was having it for hours. i was running away from two large men, one looked like jesse "the body" ventura. I ran from my apartment, i ran to the grocery store, i ran behind it, i ran into some sort of complex. it was built out of wood, like a deck surrounding a pool, for some reason. i hid under the decks, but the guys wouldnt stop. they smashed through the decks, they beat me with 2x4's from the decks, they beat me with pipes that were supporting the deck. no matter what i tried nothing worked. i couldnt run away, i couldnt get the police to come inside the complex, i couldnt get the people in the complex to help, i couldnt fight back. it was exhausting
in the second dream i remember, i met a south american girl in her late 20's. she wore a green dress. she told me she was from Sonia, a country just south of Mexico. We talked and flirted in a Philadelphia coffeehouse for some time. A guy that she knew came by, he looked like a model. He also began flirting with the south american goddess. For some reason she chose me over him. In mid conversation she took me by the hand and led me to her room (which was in the coffeehouse ???). i was stunned and releived and ecstatic. we began kissing and as we were about to launch into the most passionate vigorous sex of my young life, she had to go, and the dream ended.
even in dreams
what
the
fuck
damn, did i just wrote a whole entry wothout obsessing over Benni, or Margot Tenenbaum?
wait, DAMNIT!
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Dream #1) You've been watching too much wrestling on TV. Since what you describe sounds just like when "wrestler #1" starts getting beat on by "wrestler #2" and his buddies, and they can't get any help from the referees or the crowd.. Either that, or you feel trapped and helpless.. possibly in job hunting.. and your dream is an extension of your experiences in the last few weeks... the grovery store represents the stuff you wish you could buy if you had more cash, Jesse represents the Government (like the fact you had to get a new license, etc)...
Dream #2) .... I got nothing... no wait! You're horny but you can't commit (the dream ended) for some reason.
Please put in a good word for me if you find these helpful, otherwise don't say anything... off to go watch cartoons..
Where'd those fuckers go?