HELLO FROM OLYMPIA, WASHINGTON!
I typed this at home on my little laptop where the internet fears to tread. while sitting up on some blankets on the ground. banana kept her little paws on my shins the entire time.
i had all these dreams during one snooze of the cell phone. sometimes i impress myself and wonder why i can't just trade these ridiculous dreams in for better memory of actual events...
09-09-10
Dream begins with me having some sort of party all around town, in my big house and into the yard. At the neighbor's across the street and pouring over into the strip mall. The game is you have to bite people five times to turn them into a zombie. I saw many people become zombies. Brigette was almost one. I saved her though. And when I did, I remembered that since I was the one that started the party, I was most certainly the one that could end it. It was because I started getting scared. What if I really did become the undead? I wasn't ready to take any chances. When I ended the game we were in a canned food aisle. She had blood dripping from her mouth. I had blood on my arms from being bitten twice. I took her back to my house where we hung out amongst the rotting corpses and disarray from the evening. We knew our parents would be home soon. Having been at a party themselves.
I'm lost in the streets of a cluttered city which doesn't look like chicago. It may be New York or something imaginary. Every inch of cement is covered in graffiti. I am on a walkie talkie, conversing with someone that is trying to tell me where to go. There is an elevated train track above me. Which makes me believe this is Chicago or Seattle. Under the tracks are little apartments. Tucked away at the tops of steel stairways. I find the right one finally. The stairs are neon yellow. I knock on the door and find about ten people standing on risers. The rest of the people are on the other side of the room behind cameras. I walked into a film being shot. When I enter, everyone acts annoyed. I find out it's because the whole reason I left in the first place was to pick up something for the film makers. Somehow I returned empty handed.
I'm changing in gym class. So many chubby young girls in their skivvies surround me, make me feel awkward. I remember watching these two girls a few feet away from me with their purses sitting wide open, contents spilling out. Quick as anything quick, I darted and snatched up one of their wallets and tucked it into the bottom of my own bag. As soon as I do this, I regret it. I go through many memories then, internally. I think of other times I've stolen and how badly I felt. I want to put that girl's wallet back but I can't now. Everyone would know. Soon, during the changing session, the girl notices her missing thing and becomes outraged. She turns around in her uniform, takes turns looking us all in the face. She looks at me. Asks me square away if I took it. I say no, of course not. Clutching my bag closer to my side. There is whispering all around. "Are you sure you did not take a silver pocketbook? Are you positive?" "Yes. I am positive." Soon the girls next to me are grabbing at my very own purse, trying to knock it from my grip. It takes many efforts but soon they get it from my clutch. First they find my own pocketbook that looks similar to the other girl's. They hold it up as if discovering gold. The girl with the missing one, shakes her head no. Shoulders droop down all around and the search is almost at its end. Until one girl digs a bit deeper and finds the stolen things. Silver and sparkly like an aging star. All eyes turn back to me, evil behind them. Wanting to tear my clothes and rip out my hair. The bell rings and gym class begins. Ladies trample over me, making sure to kick me in the ribs on the way out. I go out the back way and resnatch her pocket book on my way out. Serves her right for making a scene...
Brigette, another friend and i are visiting audrey and ryan. Audrey greets us and immediately starts showing us her new wardrobe. The closet is right at the entrance to their apartment so it makes sense. Without saying a word, she shows us two different wedding gowns with huge bell skirts. I feel confused at the fact that she has wedding dresses in her closet. But there is no explanation.
Next up, she shows us several bras. Four out of five of them are sheer lace. I tell her that style is my favorite because it makes me feel sexy and just seeing these brassieres turns me on. She nods in agreement.
We all follow her through the kitchen where ryan is standing with his arm in a cupboard and onto the back patio where the sky is dark but one tiki torch illuminates enough to get by. We sit on folding chairs in a semi circle. I ask audrey how her and ryan are. She says it's not going well, they maybe broke up. Before I can get any more information, Ryan comes out with his own chair. He sits in the open edge of the circle. We all start smoking cigarettes. Audrey goes off to look out over a city. Ryan tells me about a movie that he just saw, one the reminds him of his current situation. It is called Our Mom is a New Organizer. It's a love story told in a very untraditional way. Man meets married woman. They have a one night stand together. And decide the next day that they should never do that again unless there are no feelings involved. The story lacks romance and a happy ending which is what ryan loves about it the most. As he tells me this, Audrey returns to the group and hears what he is saying.
Oh, it all makes sense now! She says this and scoffs back into the house. Ryan doesn't follow her. My friends look bored on the other end of the patio. They also look tired. I put my head on Ryan's shoulder and try to take a nap. I watch as my friends do the same with each other.
i had all these dreams during one snooze of the cell phone. sometimes i impress myself and wonder why i can't just trade these ridiculous dreams in for better memory of actual events...
09-09-10
Dream begins with me having some sort of party all around town, in my big house and into the yard. At the neighbor's across the street and pouring over into the strip mall. The game is you have to bite people five times to turn them into a zombie. I saw many people become zombies. Brigette was almost one. I saved her though. And when I did, I remembered that since I was the one that started the party, I was most certainly the one that could end it. It was because I started getting scared. What if I really did become the undead? I wasn't ready to take any chances. When I ended the game we were in a canned food aisle. She had blood dripping from her mouth. I had blood on my arms from being bitten twice. I took her back to my house where we hung out amongst the rotting corpses and disarray from the evening. We knew our parents would be home soon. Having been at a party themselves.
I'm lost in the streets of a cluttered city which doesn't look like chicago. It may be New York or something imaginary. Every inch of cement is covered in graffiti. I am on a walkie talkie, conversing with someone that is trying to tell me where to go. There is an elevated train track above me. Which makes me believe this is Chicago or Seattle. Under the tracks are little apartments. Tucked away at the tops of steel stairways. I find the right one finally. The stairs are neon yellow. I knock on the door and find about ten people standing on risers. The rest of the people are on the other side of the room behind cameras. I walked into a film being shot. When I enter, everyone acts annoyed. I find out it's because the whole reason I left in the first place was to pick up something for the film makers. Somehow I returned empty handed.
I'm changing in gym class. So many chubby young girls in their skivvies surround me, make me feel awkward. I remember watching these two girls a few feet away from me with their purses sitting wide open, contents spilling out. Quick as anything quick, I darted and snatched up one of their wallets and tucked it into the bottom of my own bag. As soon as I do this, I regret it. I go through many memories then, internally. I think of other times I've stolen and how badly I felt. I want to put that girl's wallet back but I can't now. Everyone would know. Soon, during the changing session, the girl notices her missing thing and becomes outraged. She turns around in her uniform, takes turns looking us all in the face. She looks at me. Asks me square away if I took it. I say no, of course not. Clutching my bag closer to my side. There is whispering all around. "Are you sure you did not take a silver pocketbook? Are you positive?" "Yes. I am positive." Soon the girls next to me are grabbing at my very own purse, trying to knock it from my grip. It takes many efforts but soon they get it from my clutch. First they find my own pocketbook that looks similar to the other girl's. They hold it up as if discovering gold. The girl with the missing one, shakes her head no. Shoulders droop down all around and the search is almost at its end. Until one girl digs a bit deeper and finds the stolen things. Silver and sparkly like an aging star. All eyes turn back to me, evil behind them. Wanting to tear my clothes and rip out my hair. The bell rings and gym class begins. Ladies trample over me, making sure to kick me in the ribs on the way out. I go out the back way and resnatch her pocket book on my way out. Serves her right for making a scene...
Brigette, another friend and i are visiting audrey and ryan. Audrey greets us and immediately starts showing us her new wardrobe. The closet is right at the entrance to their apartment so it makes sense. Without saying a word, she shows us two different wedding gowns with huge bell skirts. I feel confused at the fact that she has wedding dresses in her closet. But there is no explanation.
Next up, she shows us several bras. Four out of five of them are sheer lace. I tell her that style is my favorite because it makes me feel sexy and just seeing these brassieres turns me on. She nods in agreement.
We all follow her through the kitchen where ryan is standing with his arm in a cupboard and onto the back patio where the sky is dark but one tiki torch illuminates enough to get by. We sit on folding chairs in a semi circle. I ask audrey how her and ryan are. She says it's not going well, they maybe broke up. Before I can get any more information, Ryan comes out with his own chair. He sits in the open edge of the circle. We all start smoking cigarettes. Audrey goes off to look out over a city. Ryan tells me about a movie that he just saw, one the reminds him of his current situation. It is called Our Mom is a New Organizer. It's a love story told in a very untraditional way. Man meets married woman. They have a one night stand together. And decide the next day that they should never do that again unless there are no feelings involved. The story lacks romance and a happy ending which is what ryan loves about it the most. As he tells me this, Audrey returns to the group and hears what he is saying.
Oh, it all makes sense now! She says this and scoffs back into the house. Ryan doesn't follow her. My friends look bored on the other end of the patio. They also look tired. I put my head on Ryan's shoulder and try to take a nap. I watch as my friends do the same with each other.