-Dream-
Starts off as I am in Southern California and someone mentions "The Banana Fair" in Santa Monica. I've never heard of such a thing but in the dream apparently I've wanted to go for sometime. My Aunt has a little place right on the water in the area and gives me the keys so I can stay there during the fair. I show up in the area and walk the fair finding my friend that I should be hanging out with this weekend. We both head back to my Aunts house on the beach. We play video games and drink and just hang out until it gets dark. Then we start talking about heading back home.
I walk outside and find that my car, a white toyota that a friend of mine owned, has been molested by some passer-by's. They removed one tail light, and all the guts to one door, including the skin. I go into the truck and find my backpack still there and packed full of my traveling stuff. At that point I spot an old man that used to live in a place I guarded in Malibu. I ask him to come over and see if he saw anything. He didn't but he's drunk and it's Saturday so he can't drink home or deal with anything like fire or electricity, its dark so I invite him in. (He's a strict orthodox Jew) So he comes in while I call the cops about my car, then we all start drinking again and bullshitting. At some point I notice a banana bread house that I suppose I bought and look it over in detail.
As the night progresses I ask the old man, a Rabi in his temple, if he knows a place I can get my friend here a yamaka. It's an inside joke. So the Rabi busts out with a small hat rack from his jacket and sets them up, straight out cartoon style, I look them over with my friend and find a very nice blue and emerald green one that I ask for myself. My friend finds one he likes and when we are finished the Rabi tucks away his hat rack again.
I then see us all playing halo 1 on an xbox wearing the yamakas while drinking beer. The dream fades off.
I begin a second dream of me being a villain in a deep dank cave, I see moss growing on the walls and the air is thick, hard to breath. I look myself over and I am in a blue rain coat with wild hair and huge goggles. The rain coat covers my face up to my nose.
I begin on some rant when....
-I wake up.-
Starts off as I am in Southern California and someone mentions "The Banana Fair" in Santa Monica. I've never heard of such a thing but in the dream apparently I've wanted to go for sometime. My Aunt has a little place right on the water in the area and gives me the keys so I can stay there during the fair. I show up in the area and walk the fair finding my friend that I should be hanging out with this weekend. We both head back to my Aunts house on the beach. We play video games and drink and just hang out until it gets dark. Then we start talking about heading back home.
I walk outside and find that my car, a white toyota that a friend of mine owned, has been molested by some passer-by's. They removed one tail light, and all the guts to one door, including the skin. I go into the truck and find my backpack still there and packed full of my traveling stuff. At that point I spot an old man that used to live in a place I guarded in Malibu. I ask him to come over and see if he saw anything. He didn't but he's drunk and it's Saturday so he can't drink home or deal with anything like fire or electricity, its dark so I invite him in. (He's a strict orthodox Jew) So he comes in while I call the cops about my car, then we all start drinking again and bullshitting. At some point I notice a banana bread house that I suppose I bought and look it over in detail.
As the night progresses I ask the old man, a Rabi in his temple, if he knows a place I can get my friend here a yamaka. It's an inside joke. So the Rabi busts out with a small hat rack from his jacket and sets them up, straight out cartoon style, I look them over with my friend and find a very nice blue and emerald green one that I ask for myself. My friend finds one he likes and when we are finished the Rabi tucks away his hat rack again.
I then see us all playing halo 1 on an xbox wearing the yamakas while drinking beer. The dream fades off.
I begin a second dream of me being a villain in a deep dank cave, I see moss growing on the walls and the air is thick, hard to breath. I look myself over and I am in a blue rain coat with wild hair and huge goggles. The rain coat covers my face up to my nose.
I begin on some rant when....
-I wake up.-
Halo one is the best one.