What just happened?
I love fucked up dreams.
During the day, Syed and I attended some sort of pro-Palestine rally. Naturally, we attended it from our pimped-out motor home that was tall enough to reach the third floor of the apartment buildings we were driving by.
Coming home from the rally, there was a lot of traffic. We were stopped at a red light on eastbound Foster Ave, near my old apartment. The wind was really bad and I was afraid that I was going to fall over, along with the motor home I was on top of. For whatever reason, I could not just climb down.
I decided it would be a good idea to try to jump from the motor home to the third floor apartment window nearest to me. As I was clawing at the window trying to find a way to open it and not plummet to my death below, I noticed Erik Olsen entering the building. I shouted to him that I need help and he came upstairs because, of course, it was his apartment even though I did not know this from the beginning.
He opened his window, I climbed in, dusted myself off, made some chit-chat, and then left. Syed had left the vehicle there and went off to get help, but when he came back, I was already safely on the ground.
Some time after that, we went back to my apartment that I think I was sharing with my brother. We had a mice infestation, and rather than dealing with them by traps or poison, we decided to squash them. While doing this, my brother kept making those little desserts you "bake" in the microwave and eating them. I think they were caramel brownies.
I'm glad I took a nap. Now, back to cleaning the cave.
During the day, Syed and I attended some sort of pro-Palestine rally. Naturally, we attended it from our pimped-out motor home that was tall enough to reach the third floor of the apartment buildings we were driving by.
Coming home from the rally, there was a lot of traffic. We were stopped at a red light on eastbound Foster Ave, near my old apartment. The wind was really bad and I was afraid that I was going to fall over, along with the motor home I was on top of. For whatever reason, I could not just climb down.
I decided it would be a good idea to try to jump from the motor home to the third floor apartment window nearest to me. As I was clawing at the window trying to find a way to open it and not plummet to my death below, I noticed Erik Olsen entering the building. I shouted to him that I need help and he came upstairs because, of course, it was his apartment even though I did not know this from the beginning.
He opened his window, I climbed in, dusted myself off, made some chit-chat, and then left. Syed had left the vehicle there and went off to get help, but when he came back, I was already safely on the ground.
Some time after that, we went back to my apartment that I think I was sharing with my brother. We had a mice infestation, and rather than dealing with them by traps or poison, we decided to squash them. While doing this, my brother kept making those little desserts you "bake" in the microwave and eating them. I think they were caramel brownies.
I'm glad I took a nap. Now, back to cleaning the cave.