Dream
My friend and I are going through a parking structure and I am in my old wheelchair. As we head through I spot this girl, tiny little thing like 5'2" at most. Blond hair, blue eyes and looks like a little surfer chick. I go over and ask her what she was up to. She tells me shes waiting for her flight. Turns out we are in an airport. She tells me shes headed home and shows me her tan lines, accidentally flashing me one of her tits. She then says her flight is in a few hours so she has time to kill. I tell her to hop on and she sits in my lap as I wheel around with my friend.
We head to some area around the parking structure where some people we know are hanging out next to three machines. They are all sitting around smoking in leather jackets like greasers. I don't recognize them but my friend does. The girl keeps talking to me about her tan lines and how she got sunburned, I keep paying attention cause she keeps flashing me. But here and there I tell her she should use lotion and that the burn is bad.
My friend sees cigarettes and a movie in the machine that he wants to buy, now the machine is nothing more than a shelf cause there is no glass blocking you from just taking what you want and it has no dollar or card slot, only a slot for coins. But my friend is complaining that he only has dollars not coins. The crowd of smokers tell him to just take it no one is around no one is looking and they should know better. But my friend won't do it.
The girl on my lap swings around to face me and starts going on about something I don't understand at all. My friend realizes he has enough for cigarettes in coins after searching his jackets pockets.
The dream shifts to my backyard, though it doesn't seem familiar to me at all, but I know its mine. The rear gate opens up to rocks on a coast with waves coming right up to them. I'm standing there with some guy that is telling me to put my Mom's old dog down. I tell him that he doesn't understand the dog. He might be old but he's not ready to go. The man says, the dog is violent, old and half crippled. While he's talking about it the dog is creeping through tall grass behind him. I tell him, he doesn't understand that the dog is a lot smarter than other dogs, he understands what you're saying. And he doesn't like it.
The dog walks up next to me and give the man a dirty look, then looks at me with one of his happy dog faces. The man vanishes and I walk the yard looking for dog shit to clean up.
My friend and I are going through a parking structure and I am in my old wheelchair. As we head through I spot this girl, tiny little thing like 5'2" at most. Blond hair, blue eyes and looks like a little surfer chick. I go over and ask her what she was up to. She tells me shes waiting for her flight. Turns out we are in an airport. She tells me shes headed home and shows me her tan lines, accidentally flashing me one of her tits. She then says her flight is in a few hours so she has time to kill. I tell her to hop on and she sits in my lap as I wheel around with my friend.
We head to some area around the parking structure where some people we know are hanging out next to three machines. They are all sitting around smoking in leather jackets like greasers. I don't recognize them but my friend does. The girl keeps talking to me about her tan lines and how she got sunburned, I keep paying attention cause she keeps flashing me. But here and there I tell her she should use lotion and that the burn is bad.
My friend sees cigarettes and a movie in the machine that he wants to buy, now the machine is nothing more than a shelf cause there is no glass blocking you from just taking what you want and it has no dollar or card slot, only a slot for coins. But my friend is complaining that he only has dollars not coins. The crowd of smokers tell him to just take it no one is around no one is looking and they should know better. But my friend won't do it.
The girl on my lap swings around to face me and starts going on about something I don't understand at all. My friend realizes he has enough for cigarettes in coins after searching his jackets pockets.
The dream shifts to my backyard, though it doesn't seem familiar to me at all, but I know its mine. The rear gate opens up to rocks on a coast with waves coming right up to them. I'm standing there with some guy that is telling me to put my Mom's old dog down. I tell him that he doesn't understand the dog. He might be old but he's not ready to go. The man says, the dog is violent, old and half crippled. While he's talking about it the dog is creeping through tall grass behind him. I tell him, he doesn't understand that the dog is a lot smarter than other dogs, he understands what you're saying. And he doesn't like it.
The dog walks up next to me and give the man a dirty look, then looks at me with one of his happy dog faces. The man vanishes and I walk the yard looking for dog shit to clean up.
yevlax:
If I was ever rich and in a wheelchair, I'd hire a small chick with nice tits to sit in my lap all day long as I wheeled around. mine would be a redhead, tho. Airports are scary places.