Just awoke from a bad dream!
Yikes!
Not fun.
I am trying to piece it back together... but it went something like this.
someone warned me that my ex was coming over to pick up some stuff or give me some stuff.
her mom and dad waited outside. Her new beau came with her to make it super awkward.. (more than it already was) then things got from bad to worse. her other friends were on the way, but i didnt know that yet.
it's night time. I walk over to the car that i think is hers when she's not around... i start beating the crap out of it. trying to put a nice dent in the side. this about the time she shows up in an other vehicle. i walk in the dark towards my house. (which is actually my neighbor's house when i was 8.) So I walk across the street and try not to make eye contact. she spots me. she comes over more happy in manner than i remember her being. I try to do the same, then i spot him. [this is where things get fuzzy] some how we're inside. she is ignoring me and i want to punch this kid in the face, but i go over and shake his hand and look him in the eye just to let him know as much as i hate him, i am a better man than he thinks. [fuzzy] Now something is said or done and i feel less comfortable. I tell the two of them they should probably leave. I get on my phone and try calling my best friend Liz. She doesn't answer or the phone doesn't connect. I'm not quite sure which. i walk back across the street to my neighbor's house. outside is a couch and on the couch are toys. there are these toys that open up from ball form into little man form when they get wet. i spray them with a bottle of water and watch what happens. i think maybe i should grab some and bring them back to the action if i need to throw something at my ex and her beau. I dont. i leave them there and head back to where i was before. Now she's being edgy. I again suggest they leave before something happens. now her mom and dad are near by and a couple of her friends showed up. She and he are saying things [fuzzy] that (i think) are hurting my pride. Then he makes a fatal mistake of saying something that shouldn't be coming from his mouth. I say "fuck this" and go after him. he looks like he's been waiting to fight me. I easily take him to the ground. He is probably 5'8'' 190-200lbs. I am 5'6'' 150lbs. He goes to punch me and i grab his arm and throw it away and get my arms around his neck. I lock him up in a headlock. he's slowly losing air. She screams. her parents look dismayed. her friends are yapping like little dogs. I dont care. when my anger finally subsides a little, I say to him "Are we done? ARE WE DONE? Do i have to keep you here like this 'til you pass out?" he acknowledges that i've beat him. I say "okay. i am going to let go. if you try anything again i will put you down." He nods. I let go. we get up. she grabs him and her friends follow. they go down the street to some green hill meadow thing. I try calling Liz again. No answer. I am freaking out by now. I head down towards the meadow place. My sister is there. I talk to my sister about it. she tries to calm me down. then i see another one of her friends show up and start walking up the green hill. ............................. I cant remember what happened next. That's the end.
i just remembered part of some of the fuzzy spots.
-we were arguing about who got what and after i got pissed enough walk away i had said i wanted my BED back that she has.
-the beau said something to the effect of "you know he's only telling you he wants this stuff back so he can see you. it's really pathetic how he would do that." what a dick.
anywhoo... I LEARNED THAT:
- liz hasn't been there for me recently and it's affecting me now in my dreams.
- my ex is still a bitch.
- her beau is a tool ... annnnnd he's got an annoying voice.
- I can still kick some ass.
- my sister is always there to talk me through stuff.
ugh.
i'd rather just have a flying dream.
or dreams about dinosaurs and flying saucers.
Hopefully my day is better than my dream.
Yikes!
Not fun.
I am trying to piece it back together... but it went something like this.
someone warned me that my ex was coming over to pick up some stuff or give me some stuff.
her mom and dad waited outside. Her new beau came with her to make it super awkward.. (more than it already was) then things got from bad to worse. her other friends were on the way, but i didnt know that yet.
it's night time. I walk over to the car that i think is hers when she's not around... i start beating the crap out of it. trying to put a nice dent in the side. this about the time she shows up in an other vehicle. i walk in the dark towards my house. (which is actually my neighbor's house when i was 8.) So I walk across the street and try not to make eye contact. she spots me. she comes over more happy in manner than i remember her being. I try to do the same, then i spot him. [this is where things get fuzzy] some how we're inside. she is ignoring me and i want to punch this kid in the face, but i go over and shake his hand and look him in the eye just to let him know as much as i hate him, i am a better man than he thinks. [fuzzy] Now something is said or done and i feel less comfortable. I tell the two of them they should probably leave. I get on my phone and try calling my best friend Liz. She doesn't answer or the phone doesn't connect. I'm not quite sure which. i walk back across the street to my neighbor's house. outside is a couch and on the couch are toys. there are these toys that open up from ball form into little man form when they get wet. i spray them with a bottle of water and watch what happens. i think maybe i should grab some and bring them back to the action if i need to throw something at my ex and her beau. I dont. i leave them there and head back to where i was before. Now she's being edgy. I again suggest they leave before something happens. now her mom and dad are near by and a couple of her friends showed up. She and he are saying things [fuzzy] that (i think) are hurting my pride. Then he makes a fatal mistake of saying something that shouldn't be coming from his mouth. I say "fuck this" and go after him. he looks like he's been waiting to fight me. I easily take him to the ground. He is probably 5'8'' 190-200lbs. I am 5'6'' 150lbs. He goes to punch me and i grab his arm and throw it away and get my arms around his neck. I lock him up in a headlock. he's slowly losing air. She screams. her parents look dismayed. her friends are yapping like little dogs. I dont care. when my anger finally subsides a little, I say to him "Are we done? ARE WE DONE? Do i have to keep you here like this 'til you pass out?" he acknowledges that i've beat him. I say "okay. i am going to let go. if you try anything again i will put you down." He nods. I let go. we get up. she grabs him and her friends follow. they go down the street to some green hill meadow thing. I try calling Liz again. No answer. I am freaking out by now. I head down towards the meadow place. My sister is there. I talk to my sister about it. she tries to calm me down. then i see another one of her friends show up and start walking up the green hill. ............................. I cant remember what happened next. That's the end.
i just remembered part of some of the fuzzy spots.
-we were arguing about who got what and after i got pissed enough walk away i had said i wanted my BED back that she has.
-the beau said something to the effect of "you know he's only telling you he wants this stuff back so he can see you. it's really pathetic how he would do that." what a dick.
anywhoo... I LEARNED THAT:
- liz hasn't been there for me recently and it's affecting me now in my dreams.
- my ex is still a bitch.
- her beau is a tool ... annnnnd he's got an annoying voice.
- I can still kick some ass.
- my sister is always there to talk me through stuff.
ugh.
i'd rather just have a flying dream.
or dreams about dinosaurs and flying saucers.
Hopefully my day is better than my dream.
atlea:
dreams are fucked up sometimes. i dreamt my friend was cooking without her pants on, then we started making out, then she turned into a panther. Dont read too into it son, my only advise 
tabby:
haha i love it. dreams are funny. especially when they involve exes, always a good time... bastards. lol. ..although my favorite and least favorite dreams all in one though are the ones where i win the powerball and have everything i want in the world..and all throughout the dream im deciding what to do with the money and how im gonna split it up and how happy and carefree i am...and then i wake up and realize that never happened..always a downer to be reminded im poor!ha these kind of dreams seem to happen a lot. i think it means one day im gonna win it big!...or that im never gonna win..whatever ha