Wow. Just had one hell of a dream/nightmare. All the people I remember from it were some kid I went to grade school with, my friend Richard who moved to California, Doug from poo-bas records in cleveland, and my ex Jenny. It wasn't Jenny, it was some girl named Jenny, but all the memories were there, the wedding, etc, but this one was nice.
It started by me getting my car stolen in some inner city neighborhood that I had gone to church in for some reason. For some reason I can't remember now (although it was quite dramatic) I didn't end up driving my car home, and it disappeared. Jenny knew the neighborhood, and decided to help me find my way around and find my car. We went to the church, and looked around, but we didn't find anything. Did I mention she was driving some tank of an SUV?
Anyway, the next day, my friend Richard and I went back to look again, in a blue pick up truck. We thought we'd ask around at the local chop shops (because that's all there was in this neighborhood). I went around asking while he stealing stolen spot bikes from the place I was talking to the people at while I was talking to them. Somehow, this incredible weak nerd was picking up sport bikes and putting them in the back of his truck no problem. THe people asked me if I was a cop, and I said no, and then they still said they had no idea.
Jenny had found something out the next day. We had to go in on this bus where her monster SUV was loaded in the back on. It was, yes, public transportation that just happened to allow SUV's. Since we weren't driving, I noticed how awful the trip to the neighborhood was this time. It literally looked like it had taken shell hits for decades, something between that and what the greek monuments look like now. Just ancient... and had been destroyed for centuries. But overpasses, etc, none the less.
The big black lady bus driver had the courtesy to back into the church garage after dropping some people off, so we could go into the area undetected.
We walked up the street a few blocks to this really nice house. All the homes and yards were really exaggerated, like 4 times their normal size, and all the houses sat up front of the yards, and there were 2 acre back yards.
We came to one door, rang the bell, and I'm not quite sure I remember what happened next, but the house was quite a maze, in fact all the houses in this dream (there are more later) were maze-like. You could only get to the other side by going all the way to the 7th or 8th floor, and then decending again. We got to the other side of this one, and met some strange afro-american guy with small dreads. He said he could help. I had a feeling something was going on between him and Jenny, but i hadn't seen Jenny in years, so whatever.
After a few days of finding out, they found my car had been destroyed. We could even see it from the top story of his house. The first thing I had noticed, was that the trunk was open. Someone had stolen my PA speakers I keep in there. I was @!#)(#@$ing pissed. Then I noticed that it looked like the entire car had a piano dropped on it. I wasn't worried about the car, it was the PA speakers I didn't know how I was going to get the money to replace, so our host decided he'd clue me in on his plan to rob some evil group of people who lived around the corner.
This, is where things get weird.
A few days later, Jenny and I show up to this guys house to meet the crew, most of whom which are between 14-17. There had to be about 20 of them total, but since the house was so big, we never really got to see them all till the big heist. The plan was, since Jenny and I had magic powers like spiders to scale buildings that we'd go to the top and help everyone else in. Yeah, I'm a superhero in this, cool, huh? It was more of just a trick I just never decided to do, and was no big deal. We got to the 4th floor (in broad daylight no less), which was really like an 8th floor, because of the high ceilings in this place, we got about 10 people in, when this kid I went to grade school/high school with that was an ass showed up because he was security. One of the kids killed him, shot him I beleive before he could even open his mouth.
At this point, everyone was silent, and confused. We all got our cell phones, put ear phones in and dialed a cell phone bridge to co-ordinate our movements. I didn't know how to use my phone, so Jenny taught me how.
At this point, I didn't know what had overcome me, but I was instantly like on drugs or something. I went downstairs to find the 4 people that ran the enterprise of evil watching a football game. They seemed to recognize me, and think it was cool that I was there. We chatted, and I remembered the mission. I said I was going upstairs to talk to Joe (the kid from school) because I went to school with him and hadn't seen him in a while. They were shocked that I'd talk to the security guard, being as high and mighty as I was, but I put it off like I was slumming to get to my roots, and it was ok. They all decided to leave and the house was ours.
This, is where it gets even weirder.
We ransack the place. Find places where the money was stashed, took all the good stuff, and rendezvous point was where we came in through the 4th floor window. I didn't get anything myself, but I didn't even think about it. I was the hero.
A grossly over proportioned school bus pulled up in the back yard, for all the kids to jump off the roof and onto the bus to escape, since they didn't have special powers. All but 4 of us made it before some big Italian guy came in with a gun. One of the younger kids, with a shaved head, very skinhead looking got all sweet with the guy, got close, took the gun, and shot the guy.
I got up onto part of the roof from which where I was supposed to jump onto the double decker school bus to escape. All the kids were inside the bus already trying to get me to jump, but I couldn't do it. Someone threw me a wad of cash as my take from the robbery, which I was pissed off about because it was a wad of $1 bills, probably about $200 worth. Anyway, I was too scared to jump, and that's when the cats arrived.
Yes, cats, lots of cats. Logic dictates that since I have spider powers, and cats hate spiders, that all the cats hated me. They'd jump on to me claws first and not let go. It hurt like a bitch. This went on for the duratiion of the dream. I'd have to rip them off and throw them. At first, just a short way, but then, I was throwing them across yards, out 3rd story windows, etc. Only out the windows by about the 100th cat.
I decided since the house was empty, we'd go out the back door and skip the bus. We got downstairs and when we got to the back door, we heard the front one opening, so we started to run, jumping the 8ft wooden fences in the back yards to get to the afro-american guy's house, where we would party for a few days.
We got there, and I had lots of conversations, mostly with cats attacking me during them. This went on for hours, I talked to lots of people. There were details about Jenny being around I can't remember. She seemed to love me again, but that's all I can remember. She was with me most of the time, but I really can't remember parts of this dream. I finally remembered, hours later to hang up on the conference call.
For some reason, I had gone back to the house we broke into. I couldn't remember a lot of the details here either, but as I was walking out the back door, doug from poo-bas and a group of guys older than me were running in my direction, going to a swimming pool party on the other side of the house we had robbed. They all had floatation devices, like rafts and stuff, and were ready to party. They asked me to come, but I had to get back to the house, where more cats would attack me. By this time, I was getting really violent with the cats, as 100's had sicked their paws on me, and it was really starting to hurt. Instead of going in the door, I used my spider powers to just go up the outside of the house to the top floor and went in there. Jenny was alone sitting there, we talked about something, and I went downstairs. That's the weird thing, she was always alone during the entire dream. Anyway, after talking to people in the house a while longer, and some more drama, I woke up, and that's about it.
The funny thing? I NEVER remember my dreams. This is the first one I remember since being a very small child. Just weird. And no, I don't drink or do drugs.
It started by me getting my car stolen in some inner city neighborhood that I had gone to church in for some reason. For some reason I can't remember now (although it was quite dramatic) I didn't end up driving my car home, and it disappeared. Jenny knew the neighborhood, and decided to help me find my way around and find my car. We went to the church, and looked around, but we didn't find anything. Did I mention she was driving some tank of an SUV?
Anyway, the next day, my friend Richard and I went back to look again, in a blue pick up truck. We thought we'd ask around at the local chop shops (because that's all there was in this neighborhood). I went around asking while he stealing stolen spot bikes from the place I was talking to the people at while I was talking to them. Somehow, this incredible weak nerd was picking up sport bikes and putting them in the back of his truck no problem. THe people asked me if I was a cop, and I said no, and then they still said they had no idea.
Jenny had found something out the next day. We had to go in on this bus where her monster SUV was loaded in the back on. It was, yes, public transportation that just happened to allow SUV's. Since we weren't driving, I noticed how awful the trip to the neighborhood was this time. It literally looked like it had taken shell hits for decades, something between that and what the greek monuments look like now. Just ancient... and had been destroyed for centuries. But overpasses, etc, none the less.
The big black lady bus driver had the courtesy to back into the church garage after dropping some people off, so we could go into the area undetected.
We walked up the street a few blocks to this really nice house. All the homes and yards were really exaggerated, like 4 times their normal size, and all the houses sat up front of the yards, and there were 2 acre back yards.
We came to one door, rang the bell, and I'm not quite sure I remember what happened next, but the house was quite a maze, in fact all the houses in this dream (there are more later) were maze-like. You could only get to the other side by going all the way to the 7th or 8th floor, and then decending again. We got to the other side of this one, and met some strange afro-american guy with small dreads. He said he could help. I had a feeling something was going on between him and Jenny, but i hadn't seen Jenny in years, so whatever.
After a few days of finding out, they found my car had been destroyed. We could even see it from the top story of his house. The first thing I had noticed, was that the trunk was open. Someone had stolen my PA speakers I keep in there. I was @!#)(#@$ing pissed. Then I noticed that it looked like the entire car had a piano dropped on it. I wasn't worried about the car, it was the PA speakers I didn't know how I was going to get the money to replace, so our host decided he'd clue me in on his plan to rob some evil group of people who lived around the corner.
This, is where things get weird.
A few days later, Jenny and I show up to this guys house to meet the crew, most of whom which are between 14-17. There had to be about 20 of them total, but since the house was so big, we never really got to see them all till the big heist. The plan was, since Jenny and I had magic powers like spiders to scale buildings that we'd go to the top and help everyone else in. Yeah, I'm a superhero in this, cool, huh? It was more of just a trick I just never decided to do, and was no big deal. We got to the 4th floor (in broad daylight no less), which was really like an 8th floor, because of the high ceilings in this place, we got about 10 people in, when this kid I went to grade school/high school with that was an ass showed up because he was security. One of the kids killed him, shot him I beleive before he could even open his mouth.
At this point, everyone was silent, and confused. We all got our cell phones, put ear phones in and dialed a cell phone bridge to co-ordinate our movements. I didn't know how to use my phone, so Jenny taught me how.
At this point, I didn't know what had overcome me, but I was instantly like on drugs or something. I went downstairs to find the 4 people that ran the enterprise of evil watching a football game. They seemed to recognize me, and think it was cool that I was there. We chatted, and I remembered the mission. I said I was going upstairs to talk to Joe (the kid from school) because I went to school with him and hadn't seen him in a while. They were shocked that I'd talk to the security guard, being as high and mighty as I was, but I put it off like I was slumming to get to my roots, and it was ok. They all decided to leave and the house was ours.
This, is where it gets even weirder.
We ransack the place. Find places where the money was stashed, took all the good stuff, and rendezvous point was where we came in through the 4th floor window. I didn't get anything myself, but I didn't even think about it. I was the hero.
A grossly over proportioned school bus pulled up in the back yard, for all the kids to jump off the roof and onto the bus to escape, since they didn't have special powers. All but 4 of us made it before some big Italian guy came in with a gun. One of the younger kids, with a shaved head, very skinhead looking got all sweet with the guy, got close, took the gun, and shot the guy.
I got up onto part of the roof from which where I was supposed to jump onto the double decker school bus to escape. All the kids were inside the bus already trying to get me to jump, but I couldn't do it. Someone threw me a wad of cash as my take from the robbery, which I was pissed off about because it was a wad of $1 bills, probably about $200 worth. Anyway, I was too scared to jump, and that's when the cats arrived.
Yes, cats, lots of cats. Logic dictates that since I have spider powers, and cats hate spiders, that all the cats hated me. They'd jump on to me claws first and not let go. It hurt like a bitch. This went on for the duratiion of the dream. I'd have to rip them off and throw them. At first, just a short way, but then, I was throwing them across yards, out 3rd story windows, etc. Only out the windows by about the 100th cat.
I decided since the house was empty, we'd go out the back door and skip the bus. We got downstairs and when we got to the back door, we heard the front one opening, so we started to run, jumping the 8ft wooden fences in the back yards to get to the afro-american guy's house, where we would party for a few days.
We got there, and I had lots of conversations, mostly with cats attacking me during them. This went on for hours, I talked to lots of people. There were details about Jenny being around I can't remember. She seemed to love me again, but that's all I can remember. She was with me most of the time, but I really can't remember parts of this dream. I finally remembered, hours later to hang up on the conference call.
For some reason, I had gone back to the house we broke into. I couldn't remember a lot of the details here either, but as I was walking out the back door, doug from poo-bas and a group of guys older than me were running in my direction, going to a swimming pool party on the other side of the house we had robbed. They all had floatation devices, like rafts and stuff, and were ready to party. They asked me to come, but I had to get back to the house, where more cats would attack me. By this time, I was getting really violent with the cats, as 100's had sicked their paws on me, and it was really starting to hurt. Instead of going in the door, I used my spider powers to just go up the outside of the house to the top floor and went in there. Jenny was alone sitting there, we talked about something, and I went downstairs. That's the weird thing, she was always alone during the entire dream. Anyway, after talking to people in the house a while longer, and some more drama, I woke up, and that's about it.
The funny thing? I NEVER remember my dreams. This is the first one I remember since being a very small child. Just weird. And no, I don't drink or do drugs.
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recordandplay:
...all I can say is, "wtf, mate?!" 
anderswolleck:
dude, be whatever you want to be!!