I just had a fucked up dream that I want to share with my world of readers! If you don't like reading about dreams, forget that you don't like to for this specific dream, because really it was FUCKED UP!!!
Basically it started out with me being 17ish and my mum and I having a battle over my attitude or something and she told me to go out and live life on my own without any help and see how I like supporting myself so I decided to go visit my old apartment in Saint Joe to see if it was still up for rent. It was above Mickey's Pub.
First sign of weirdness. There were some chicks in 80's style bikini's sun bathing in the parking lot of Mickey's Pub. My cat was outside the front door of the apartment (which Cloe has been dead for like 8 years) I went up the stairs to my old place and tried my old key in the locks and it worked and my friend Nikki came out of the bathroom (which was where the kitchen used to be for some reason so the first room you walked into was the bathroom) well turns out Nikki is renting my old place which was cool as hell and since we hadn't seen each other in a while and we decided to go get some liquor to celebrate like old times. We had a giant plastic martini glass while walking around down town and it started getting filled with what looked to be fuzzy navel beverage all on it's own. We drank the giant martini glass of fuzzy navel and realized we didn't have anything to bring back to my friends that were in the pub Tila and Steve B. so we took a new trip to what seemed to be the "ghetto" of Saint Joe.
Here's where things get even more weird. Saint Joe is considered a posh area and Benton Harbor is considered a crack dealing, soul food, piece of shit town and appearantly in this dream some of the crack heads had leaked into Saint Joseph and tainted certain areas.
Well as we were walking around we saw a strange long haired fellow slothing along the sidewalk and I told her I didn't like his eyes, she said, well his eyes look that way because of the NEW DRUG. I said what new drug? She told me it's a drug that looks like the white gumballs with the multi colored flecks in it, the blue, yellow, green, orange, and red specs ya know and it makes the sound of pop rocks and it makes you speed like crazy. I was impassive by this and we continued on our quest for liquor (P.S. I know this was in the teen years of me, but it was also futuristic in some ways because appearantly liquor was prohibitioned, yet there were still pubs, and new drugs were made to look like cool candy) We came to a beautiful three story house and she said, Here's were we can get the good stuff. So we go inside and it had a million doors really, it had tons and tons of doors. We went into the third door and she sat down in front of a computer. The creepy guy with the eyes busted into the room and she yelled nervously, "Occupied, Occupied you crazy fucker!" so he moved on to the room next to us and suddenly there was a mass amount of loud crackling and popping noises and the house was shaking from the loudness of this noise. She yelled, "Shit go, GO!" so I took her hand and we ran to the very top of the third floor (why people always go up stairs at the first sign of danger is beyond me) We went to the last door at the end of the hall, the only one that locked in the house and the whole time we were running the sound was louder and shaking the house more right behind us. Now this door was much like a normal houses front screen door, with a long plexi-glass window in the front and there was a pull shade hanging in front of it, so I was staring out this window while she was aquiring our goods when suddenly the sound was so loud and the crackling noise was shaking the house so bad I shut my eyes and covered my ears, then the shaking stopped and I opened my eyes and there was the creepy long haired sloth man staring at me through the glass. I shrank back from the door, his eyes were two white balls with the bubble gum like colored flex in them, blue, green, yellow, orange and red specks floated in his crazy eyes. He punched the solid plexi glass and his nuckles were the same as his eyes and his teeth were the same too. I screamed and went under the bed. He glared at me throught the glass.
Here's what was almost the most memorable fucked up part. As I layed under the bed, feet toward the door, he snickered and said, "I can see your cottons under your skirt" and salivated. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON NIKKI!!!! She smiled and said, "Oh, he's too strung out, he's gonna....." then he busted through the door and smiled with his color flecked teeth. He reached for me and suddenly the loud popping and crackling was rumbling everything, the noise was so loud and umbearable and he was shaking and started foaming white and color flecked foam from his mouth and then........
HE FUCKING EXPLODED!!!!! Nikki said, "explode, after they do too much of that shit they always snap, crackle, and POP!!!" Then I woke up. How fucking weird was that? Tell me where the fuck all that came from?!?! I don't have cable so I can't get any stupid Rice Crispies Snap, Crackle, and Pop things in my head before I go to bed, I haven't seen one of those gum balls in ages, and I've never heard the phrase "cottons under your skirt" so seriously where the fuck did that come from.....any thoughts?
So in short, yeah I told you it would be FUCKED UP!!!
Basically it started out with me being 17ish and my mum and I having a battle over my attitude or something and she told me to go out and live life on my own without any help and see how I like supporting myself so I decided to go visit my old apartment in Saint Joe to see if it was still up for rent. It was above Mickey's Pub.
First sign of weirdness. There were some chicks in 80's style bikini's sun bathing in the parking lot of Mickey's Pub. My cat was outside the front door of the apartment (which Cloe has been dead for like 8 years) I went up the stairs to my old place and tried my old key in the locks and it worked and my friend Nikki came out of the bathroom (which was where the kitchen used to be for some reason so the first room you walked into was the bathroom) well turns out Nikki is renting my old place which was cool as hell and since we hadn't seen each other in a while and we decided to go get some liquor to celebrate like old times. We had a giant plastic martini glass while walking around down town and it started getting filled with what looked to be fuzzy navel beverage all on it's own. We drank the giant martini glass of fuzzy navel and realized we didn't have anything to bring back to my friends that were in the pub Tila and Steve B. so we took a new trip to what seemed to be the "ghetto" of Saint Joe.
Here's where things get even more weird. Saint Joe is considered a posh area and Benton Harbor is considered a crack dealing, soul food, piece of shit town and appearantly in this dream some of the crack heads had leaked into Saint Joseph and tainted certain areas.
Well as we were walking around we saw a strange long haired fellow slothing along the sidewalk and I told her I didn't like his eyes, she said, well his eyes look that way because of the NEW DRUG. I said what new drug? She told me it's a drug that looks like the white gumballs with the multi colored flecks in it, the blue, yellow, green, orange, and red specs ya know and it makes the sound of pop rocks and it makes you speed like crazy. I was impassive by this and we continued on our quest for liquor (P.S. I know this was in the teen years of me, but it was also futuristic in some ways because appearantly liquor was prohibitioned, yet there were still pubs, and new drugs were made to look like cool candy) We came to a beautiful three story house and she said, Here's were we can get the good stuff. So we go inside and it had a million doors really, it had tons and tons of doors. We went into the third door and she sat down in front of a computer. The creepy guy with the eyes busted into the room and she yelled nervously, "Occupied, Occupied you crazy fucker!" so he moved on to the room next to us and suddenly there was a mass amount of loud crackling and popping noises and the house was shaking from the loudness of this noise. She yelled, "Shit go, GO!" so I took her hand and we ran to the very top of the third floor (why people always go up stairs at the first sign of danger is beyond me) We went to the last door at the end of the hall, the only one that locked in the house and the whole time we were running the sound was louder and shaking the house more right behind us. Now this door was much like a normal houses front screen door, with a long plexi-glass window in the front and there was a pull shade hanging in front of it, so I was staring out this window while she was aquiring our goods when suddenly the sound was so loud and the crackling noise was shaking the house so bad I shut my eyes and covered my ears, then the shaking stopped and I opened my eyes and there was the creepy long haired sloth man staring at me through the glass. I shrank back from the door, his eyes were two white balls with the bubble gum like colored flex in them, blue, green, yellow, orange and red specks floated in his crazy eyes. He punched the solid plexi glass and his nuckles were the same as his eyes and his teeth were the same too. I screamed and went under the bed. He glared at me throught the glass.
Here's what was almost the most memorable fucked up part. As I layed under the bed, feet toward the door, he snickered and said, "I can see your cottons under your skirt" and salivated. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON NIKKI!!!! She smiled and said, "Oh, he's too strung out, he's gonna....." then he busted through the door and smiled with his color flecked teeth. He reached for me and suddenly the loud popping and crackling was rumbling everything, the noise was so loud and umbearable and he was shaking and started foaming white and color flecked foam from his mouth and then........
HE FUCKING EXPLODED!!!!! Nikki said, "explode, after they do too much of that shit they always snap, crackle, and POP!!!" Then I woke up. How fucking weird was that? Tell me where the fuck all that came from?!?! I don't have cable so I can't get any stupid Rice Crispies Snap, Crackle, and Pop things in my head before I go to bed, I haven't seen one of those gum balls in ages, and I've never heard the phrase "cottons under your skirt" so seriously where the fuck did that come from.....any thoughts?
So in short, yeah I told you it would be FUCKED UP!!!
charlemagne:
Repressed memories? "Coime here little girl. Wanna piece of candy? I'll give you one if I can peek up your skirt and check out your cottons." Who knows? It's the stuff of creativity, though. Bits of unrelated memories all jumbled together to create a new world--a new parable. Or maybe you just craved a gum ball.