The dream
There was me, the older guy who owned and operated the tattoo shop, his employee, the guy I used to live with and his girlfriend (whom his lives with now), this strange older man who helps out around the place with everyone, and an old, old house that I used to live in before I went on some trip, and Ace. It was like a trailer park, but no trailers just cheaply made houses and lots that sat on the bank of a large brown and green creek. I had just come home from some trip that was never explained but known by everyone in the community and I was looking for my dog. Who was watched by either my deadbeat mom, or an ex lover either way they fucked it up because I spent most of my dream searching for him frantically and she had skipped town days before I had returned (according to the older man who lived near me). The guys in the tattoo shop were cool enough with me to let me go behind the counter and talk shit to some unsuspecting moto-cross assholes who were wrecking havoc in the shop, it seemed like the owner, the employee, and I were old friends. So they helped me search for Ace, I checked my old stoner roommate's place where he lives with his stoner girlfriend (who are both sweet and nice people but always concerned at the condition of their house). I check my old place, which had a really nice porch that over hung the creek, but he wasn't there. Back at the tattoo shop a fight broke out over a cute young girl that walked in wanting to get, " a whole bunch of random tattoos" between the moto-cross guys and the owner and employee. I joined in because I had known these guys my whole life and apparently they needed my help. When it was over, someone told me that the older man near my house found Ace, or rather heard Ace whimpering somewhere underneath my house. The bitch character buried him in a cage underneath my house and skipped town. So I ran over there and he was digging around my house looking for him and I helped. When I found him I cried in the dream, and went back to the tattoo place where they fed him and gave him water while I sat in the back room with a beer. Later, the older man came by to see how we were doing (Ace and I) and the owner said I was alright (I could hear it through the door from the back) he told the old man that I'd talk to him tomorrow and as he was leaving I stepped out of the back room and told the old man that if I see her again I swear I'll kill her.
I woke up to damp pillow, and swollen eyes. I had cried in my sleep. This isn't the first time I had dreamt of these characters and this place, but usually my dreams are lucid mixed in with my own dream-self's wishes from a story and a bunch of subliminal brain defragging nonsense. This place, and these people seem real enough. We have histories, friendships, relationships, hatred, the grass is green, the houses are brown, the people's faces are distinct but they're no one I have ever met. My reactions are different than what I would normally do as if I'm someone else, but in the dream they seem perfectly natural. I'm still level- headed enough to take care of my dog, and I still have long-lasting friendships that I appreciated. Anyhow, it was strange waking up because it felt so real that I was confused about tangibility of reality for a while.
I woke up to damp pillow, and swollen eyes. I had cried in my sleep. This isn't the first time I had dreamt of these characters and this place, but usually my dreams are lucid mixed in with my own dream-self's wishes from a story and a bunch of subliminal brain defragging nonsense. This place, and these people seem real enough. We have histories, friendships, relationships, hatred, the grass is green, the houses are brown, the people's faces are distinct but they're no one I have ever met. My reactions are different than what I would normally do as if I'm someone else, but in the dream they seem perfectly natural. I'm still level- headed enough to take care of my dog, and I still have long-lasting friendships that I appreciated. Anyhow, it was strange waking up because it felt so real that I was confused about tangibility of reality for a while.