xmt

interesting dreams last night...

i was in a truck with an old friend of mine that i haven't spoken to in years.
he must have been loaded because he couldn't control the machine and we drove through someones house, at low speed, without the slightest effort to avoid it.
people were very upset and i made it apparent that i wasn't driving and removed myself from the situation because it was all weird.
i walked off through the bushes.

then...i was riding my motorcycle into a bend in an old town. i was trying to see if i had neutral steering, so i had my hands on my hips. i was going too fast and i knew it, i leaned deep but spilled and slid through a storefront window.
there were people i knew there, so i tried to play it off and we discussed the interesting woodwork in the shop adjacent.

same old town. a little bigger and dirtier and at night.
i stopped in a club but it was slow. just a few awkward kids hanging around.
i went to the ale house and followed a couple guys in. i realized that they were skins and carrying bats. the establishment was owned by a korean family. i called the skins out 'cause i had a couple billy clubs of my own and they denied they had any ill intent. i asked whats up with the 'ss' and sticks, and i realized there was a third person that was already in the pub. i turned to see who it was and the skins tried to slip out without me noticing.
i chased them into the street with my sticks.

there was something of a hunt and seek that segued into me standing at the sideline of a mock battlefield.

i was observing a sport that was a bit like capture the flag, golf and "tron frisbee".
there were spectators all lined up like the tour de france and there were line coachs yelling at combatants on the field.
this part of the battlefield was on a hill with a tower on top. there was a water trap with boats in it, and little bunkers scattered across the base of the hill.
from the bunkers, balls would be shot up the hill from air cannons, and the player combatants would try to move the balls up the hill and into the tower. there were hordes of people on the field and balls everywhere and these "tron frisbees" adding to the chaos.
the whole thing seemed impossible to me.
there was this particular line coach was really pissing me off because he had singled out these two fat kids on the field and was mocking them. " move that fat ass! ", " what! you gonna cry?! you fat fuck!" like that. and it was making me so mad, but then this big voice came over the announcement, and i couldn't tell what it said, and everything stopped.
the coach was called onto the field, and it was weird because it was like i was doing this with my mind.
the crowd was totally silent and the balls started shooting up the hill. the coach was running around trying to catch the balls and kept falling down and rolling down the hill. when he finally could get his hands on the balls he'd throw like a girl and was all feeble. it was all so pathetic the crowd didn't say anything, we were all so embarrassed for him but he deserved it so we laughed... and he cried.

then a big baritone voice started singing new wave " it's not for me. you know it's wrong...the hatred's so strong..."