gideonstargrave

Just woke up startles and somewhat anxious from a dream in which a friend and I ran into my ex at a comic shop. First thought my dream self had, "What is she doing in a comic book store? Highly unusual..." So, we all say brief, curt hellos, and then my ex, not quite looking directly at me, says, "It looks like our work here is done" and marches off. I try to follow with my eyes, but am distracted by my friend; when I can look, I see, across the parking lot, crossing the street to the additional parking over yonder (apparently, this is a high traffic comic store - Hurray! for them) my ex walking with the dreaded SOME OTHER GUY... I also remember being at the store for one issue of something or other, and it being very important to find it, and looking all over, asking a ton of questions, basically just not dealing well with the fact that I couldn't find what I was looking for/ get what I wanted.. And here I thought I was moving on. HA! At least one good thing: In the dream, I awoke the next day, late and totally unprepared for moving (for some reason, I was still living at home and was moving out that day) with a bottle next to the bed, one hand grasping it. Sudden apprehension; did I fall off the wagon hard last night? I don't feel hungover (or still drunk)... (In quote unquote REAL life, i.e. the reality I am typing this in, I have been alcohol free for exactly 10 months today).. Turns out the bottle in my hand was an innocent, potentially beneficial (?) Powerade Whew.. Just had to write it all down, thanks to anyone who may "listen"

On a more positive note, dig this:



The whole album"s awesome, and highly conducive to ass-shaking