last night - i have no idea how the dream started - i dreamed i was dating my ex-gf, sophie. [most recently pictured here:]
and for some reason [well, the real life reason is that she's straight. we dated in high school. straight girls do that sometimes.] having sex with her was awful and she would get up and get distracted in the middle of it. i don't know how it came about, but she and glenn [my present boyfriend] started hanging out and fooling around. i found out and got mad and was like, "fuck you guys! why don't you just get married! i don't even care!" a short while later, they WERE married and after fighting with them a whole bunch i just shot and killed both of them. actually, i shot glenn and then thought about it a little while and shot sophie too.
then after that, i was wandering around nyc looking for a crosstown bus on like 78th or something, and got onto one with a really pretty lady driver. as we're driving the bus through central park, she's going so fast that my feet aren't even touching the floor of the bus, which is insanely fun. until she gets pulled over by a short hispanic policewoman who checks the onboard computer [wtf] to confirm that she was going like 18 miles over the speed limit.
apparently, we [the driver who i'd been making friends with, myself and all the passengers] take this opportunity to ditch the bus and go swimming in a swimming pool [in central park] that's apparently owned by an african tribe living there [wtf]. the tribe's leader decides he's going to make the pretty lady bus driver his wife, so he starts chasing after her, naked, shaking his [rather large] penis. i have to explain to him that in order to marry a woman in our culture, you have to talk to her first [he's naturally surprised by this] for AT LEAST a year. and if she has sex with you before a year has elapsed, this means she's a tramp and you shouldn't marry her because she's no good anyway. [he's even more surprised.] of course i was lying because i had designs on her myself.
i think i woke up after that and laid there wondering whether i'd be mad at glenn during the day. [you know how bad dreams do that sometimes.] i probably had that dream because glenn is interviewing for a job at the guggenheim on friday and would move to new york as soon as he got it. i think i thought for a moment that he could stay with sophie until we moved our stuff out there, but that idea made me angry and jealous and apparently spawned this dream.
i have to tell glenn to go to the supermarket and get eggs so we can have breakfast before he goes to nyc for 4 days with his mom. his original intention was to go out there and talk to professors in the grad program he wants to go to there, but he waited too long to contact them and none of them are available now. great.
and for some reason [well, the real life reason is that she's straight. we dated in high school. straight girls do that sometimes.] having sex with her was awful and she would get up and get distracted in the middle of it. i don't know how it came about, but she and glenn [my present boyfriend] started hanging out and fooling around. i found out and got mad and was like, "fuck you guys! why don't you just get married! i don't even care!" a short while later, they WERE married and after fighting with them a whole bunch i just shot and killed both of them. actually, i shot glenn and then thought about it a little while and shot sophie too.
then after that, i was wandering around nyc looking for a crosstown bus on like 78th or something, and got onto one with a really pretty lady driver. as we're driving the bus through central park, she's going so fast that my feet aren't even touching the floor of the bus, which is insanely fun. until she gets pulled over by a short hispanic policewoman who checks the onboard computer [wtf] to confirm that she was going like 18 miles over the speed limit.
apparently, we [the driver who i'd been making friends with, myself and all the passengers] take this opportunity to ditch the bus and go swimming in a swimming pool [in central park] that's apparently owned by an african tribe living there [wtf]. the tribe's leader decides he's going to make the pretty lady bus driver his wife, so he starts chasing after her, naked, shaking his [rather large] penis. i have to explain to him that in order to marry a woman in our culture, you have to talk to her first [he's naturally surprised by this] for AT LEAST a year. and if she has sex with you before a year has elapsed, this means she's a tramp and you shouldn't marry her because she's no good anyway. [he's even more surprised.] of course i was lying because i had designs on her myself.
i think i woke up after that and laid there wondering whether i'd be mad at glenn during the day. [you know how bad dreams do that sometimes.] i probably had that dream because glenn is interviewing for a job at the guggenheim on friday and would move to new york as soon as he got it. i think i thought for a moment that he could stay with sophie until we moved our stuff out there, but that idea made me angry and jealous and apparently spawned this dream.
i have to tell glenn to go to the supermarket and get eggs so we can have breakfast before he goes to nyc for 4 days with his mom. his original intention was to go out there and talk to professors in the grad program he wants to go to there, but he waited too long to contact them and none of them are available now. great.
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debrajean:
a spider went in my ear
waxangel:
If you think it's a good idea, then you probably don't know what I'm talking about.