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Ok, I think my dreams have reached an all time oddness to them. Maybe not, but this one was a little more weirdider than I have been used to lately.
I was at this warehouse party.
Big open area that was a dance floor. It had all the lights flying around and there were pillars and rafters, ya know, real warehouse type stuff.
Anyhow...
Everybody was straight out of Menace II Society. I was the only white guy in there, yet it wasn't really an issue, no one cared. E'rybody in th' club gettin tipsy. So the music was playing and the dance floor was goin like an Onyx video and all of the sudden there is this clear spot in the middle of the floor and there are two guys there. They are both really really drunk. Some slim guy and there is this bigger guy... and, holy shit... that bigger guy was Biggie Smalls, the Notorious B.I.G! And man... his pants were down and he was laughing drunk. Everyone was cheering at throwin their set in the air and all that.
I don't know what my brain wants me to think of it... I lost respect for it last night.
Biggie was telling this other guy to go ahead and ummm... have at the ol tater hole.
In the dream I knew that Biggie was drunk and just out of his mind. The other guy was looking around somewhat unsure of what to do and looking to people to get an idea of what should happen.
The crowd was filled with some crazy fuckers because they were cheering him on.
Man, I knew... i just KNEW that this shouldn't be happening. Biggie was not in his right mind and he was NOT going to be happy about this when he sobered up and this other guy was going to be influenced by the crowd to do something that was going to get himself killed in the morning.
That is when I noticed who I was standing behind. A man with no shirt on and a blue do-rag on his head. It was Tu Pac.
"Tu Pac! You can't let this happen! You know that Biggie is messed up and he doesn't know what is going on! That other guy is going to get fucked up as soon as Biggie finds out what happened!"
I was pleading with him. He looked at me and then looked around as if he was unsure of what to do. It was as if he was confused. Should he step in and say something? Was it his place to speak up? What if it pissed Biggie off?
I felt bad for the situation Tu Pac was in... if he wasn't careful... this could get ugly.
Then the weird shit started to happen.
I noticed the shirt of the guy behind the bent over Biggie was moving, as if in a breeze. Something was odd about it though... it was as if it was being pulled by invisible hands of wind. It was pulling forward... toward Biggie's big ass. Biggie's ass was trying to inhale this guy. It was tired of the indecision and took action for itself. It was going to give this man no choice. It was going to eat him like a hungry vacuum cleaner... if a vacuum was a big black rapper's ass.
"TU PAC! You gotta do SOMETHING! This isn't right! Holy shit! His ass is going to KILL him!"
Tu Pac caught his snap and reached into the waist of his pants. I didn't see what he was reaching for... I didn't have to. He jumped up and pushed through the croud...
All the sudden I felt really numb and everything was going dark. I felt like I was filled with cotton.
I woke up.
I had that same numb feeling as I tried to get out of bed, as if the dream was struggling to bring me back.
Fuck that dream.
I had some chicken nuggets to heat up.
I was at this warehouse party.
Big open area that was a dance floor. It had all the lights flying around and there were pillars and rafters, ya know, real warehouse type stuff.
Anyhow...
Everybody was straight out of Menace II Society. I was the only white guy in there, yet it wasn't really an issue, no one cared. E'rybody in th' club gettin tipsy. So the music was playing and the dance floor was goin like an Onyx video and all of the sudden there is this clear spot in the middle of the floor and there are two guys there. They are both really really drunk. Some slim guy and there is this bigger guy... and, holy shit... that bigger guy was Biggie Smalls, the Notorious B.I.G! And man... his pants were down and he was laughing drunk. Everyone was cheering at throwin their set in the air and all that.
I don't know what my brain wants me to think of it... I lost respect for it last night.
Biggie was telling this other guy to go ahead and ummm... have at the ol tater hole.
In the dream I knew that Biggie was drunk and just out of his mind. The other guy was looking around somewhat unsure of what to do and looking to people to get an idea of what should happen.
The crowd was filled with some crazy fuckers because they were cheering him on.
Man, I knew... i just KNEW that this shouldn't be happening. Biggie was not in his right mind and he was NOT going to be happy about this when he sobered up and this other guy was going to be influenced by the crowd to do something that was going to get himself killed in the morning.
That is when I noticed who I was standing behind. A man with no shirt on and a blue do-rag on his head. It was Tu Pac.
"Tu Pac! You can't let this happen! You know that Biggie is messed up and he doesn't know what is going on! That other guy is going to get fucked up as soon as Biggie finds out what happened!"
I was pleading with him. He looked at me and then looked around as if he was unsure of what to do. It was as if he was confused. Should he step in and say something? Was it his place to speak up? What if it pissed Biggie off?
I felt bad for the situation Tu Pac was in... if he wasn't careful... this could get ugly.
Then the weird shit started to happen.
I noticed the shirt of the guy behind the bent over Biggie was moving, as if in a breeze. Something was odd about it though... it was as if it was being pulled by invisible hands of wind. It was pulling forward... toward Biggie's big ass. Biggie's ass was trying to inhale this guy. It was tired of the indecision and took action for itself. It was going to give this man no choice. It was going to eat him like a hungry vacuum cleaner... if a vacuum was a big black rapper's ass.
"TU PAC! You gotta do SOMETHING! This isn't right! Holy shit! His ass is going to KILL him!"
Tu Pac caught his snap and reached into the waist of his pants. I didn't see what he was reaching for... I didn't have to. He jumped up and pushed through the croud...
All the sudden I felt really numb and everything was going dark. I felt like I was filled with cotton.
I woke up.
I had that same numb feeling as I tried to get out of bed, as if the dream was struggling to bring me back.
Fuck that dream.
I had some chicken nuggets to heat up.