i know i'm weird and that's okay because it's damn fun
I have the strangest dreams sometimes. It's been a while since I've posted one here--did I write out the zombie apocalypse one? that was great--and it is actually one of the most long sort of personal uses for this journal that I've had... that is to say, it's been a "thing" for me to write them here since the beginning. A hobby or habit if you will. I can't quite get that in the words I want to express what I mean/feel but whatever. ANYWAY.
That aside. Here we go one more time:
What? Right. That's what I said.
So yeah, I had a dream where apparently I got "adopted" by the local mafia. It wasn't in my hometown; I don't know where I was living but that's besides the point. I just... something major was going down, and I happened to be wandering the streets in the wrong place at the wrong time. I didn't even ask for their help or anything but when they ran into me they scooped me up and I just happened to have to follow 'em around and do stuff. It was...ridiculous. I don't remember the details by now of course.
That was the basic dream before I woke up. I kept falling back to sleep though after my alarm went off--me and the snooze button make out for several hours before I finally haul myself out of bed, it's quite pathetic yes I know--and, uh, you could say it went on from there. Sorta.
Let's just say I was 'officially' a part of the family after that ordeal. -_- And anyway I hung out with the local boys and they were nice so I liked it. Whatever. We were hanging out in a food joint and in walks this loner guy with an air of aloofness and 'don't fuck with me' around him. He's a pretty boy. I stare. One of the boys notices and warns me not to even bother. He's a loner.
Now to exaggerate this let's put it into perspective: this place is a family orientated place, and there is not one single person in the joint that doesn't have a family member or friend with them, and most are in groups. This guy traipses in there and he's alone. He sits down alone. He is obviously not waiting to be joined by anyone else. Everyone steers clear of him. He is utterly alone. Have I made my point yet?
Well naturally I ignore the boys' warning and bounce right over to him and sit across from him at his table. I introduce myself and ask his name. Surprisingly, he answers in one word. "Giovanni." Yeah, yeah, shut up. Encouraged, I keep on talking. Continually surprising the boys watching back from their table, he continues to talk back in short (usually one-word) sentences. Whoo!
...I'm still trying to get out of the mafia's grasp by the time it ends. Giovanni is helping. He does not like the mafia. He is my boyfriend. DON'T ASK. I'm done now. /coughs and scampers off
Y-yeah... ignore that, too.
That aside. Here we go one more time:
What? Right. That's what I said.
So yeah, I had a dream where apparently I got "adopted" by the local mafia. It wasn't in my hometown; I don't know where I was living but that's besides the point. I just... something major was going down, and I happened to be wandering the streets in the wrong place at the wrong time. I didn't even ask for their help or anything but when they ran into me they scooped me up and I just happened to have to follow 'em around and do stuff. It was...ridiculous. I don't remember the details by now of course.
That was the basic dream before I woke up. I kept falling back to sleep though after my alarm went off--me and the snooze button make out for several hours before I finally haul myself out of bed, it's quite pathetic yes I know--and, uh, you could say it went on from there. Sorta.
Let's just say I was 'officially' a part of the family after that ordeal. -_- And anyway I hung out with the local boys and they were nice so I liked it. Whatever. We were hanging out in a food joint and in walks this loner guy with an air of aloofness and 'don't fuck with me' around him. He's a pretty boy. I stare. One of the boys notices and warns me not to even bother. He's a loner.
Now to exaggerate this let's put it into perspective: this place is a family orientated place, and there is not one single person in the joint that doesn't have a family member or friend with them, and most are in groups. This guy traipses in there and he's alone. He sits down alone. He is obviously not waiting to be joined by anyone else. Everyone steers clear of him. He is utterly alone. Have I made my point yet?
Well naturally I ignore the boys' warning and bounce right over to him and sit across from him at his table. I introduce myself and ask his name. Surprisingly, he answers in one word. "Giovanni." Yeah, yeah, shut up. Encouraged, I keep on talking. Continually surprising the boys watching back from their table, he continues to talk back in short (usually one-word) sentences. Whoo!
...I'm still trying to get out of the mafia's grasp by the time it ends. Giovanni is helping. He does not like the mafia. He is my boyfriend. DON'T ASK. I'm done now. /coughs and scampers off
Y-yeah... ignore that, too.