you dropped a bomb on me
I was sitting in the newspaper office. Alan walked in, and the air escaped from my lungs in an inaudible gasp. He walked right up to me and just stared. It was as if he wanted to say something but physically couldn't. So I said "...Can I help you?".
He said in a tiny voice, "yeah...the red hot chili peppers show is coming up...and...well do you know how i could get the keys?"
I thought to myself, "Keys to what?", but then remembered we were in the newspaper office and he meant the key to the closet with the cameras in it. It figures he would want to be a photographer for the newspaper. My fucking luck, right?
I said "Yeah, they're right in here," and went into the closet to get a camera. "Which one do you want?" I asked while on my tippy-toes trying to reach the cabinet and the cameras inside. I could clearly see the Nikon, but hadn't quite reached it yet. I turned and looked behind me to see what he was doing, but I'm pretty sure he was already gone. When I looked back at the camera, it was gone too.
What?
There's something about being at home that makes me have ridiculous dreams. And I think the one above counts as "pretty ridiculous", because of course I've had dreams about encounters with Alan and stuff, but I'm pretty sure we've never spoken in them. And there's no Red Hot Chili Peppers concert coming up soon, either.
The other night, Brendan and I were walking around a big old abandoned house - the real spooky type. We turned a corner and found an ill-looking woman, crouched down next to a long coffin encasing a long-dead old man. "You're going to stay here and marry him with me...and we can all live together in love," she said. "But ma'am," I explained calmly, "We can't do that." I motioned to Brendan, "I love him, and we love each other...we can't be married to both of you...". So she started sobbing. I looked at Brendan and we both started running full speed away from the two.
We found ourselves in the hallways of some abandoned school, which looked like Centennial Hall but with the lights off. We were sure the weird crying woman was coming after us, but we couldn't find a way to get out. Then we saw one person running by us. Then another. Then five more. We realized there were probably a hundred or so people trying to run out of there. Nobody knew how to get out. So eventually we found an exit and ran out into a big green field that was next to a freeway. Cars zipped by, and bodies were scattered on the grass, passed out from fear and exhaustion.
Brandi and Andrew pulled up in a minivan, expressionless, and opened the door for Brendan and I to jump in. We let 4 or 5 more people inside, then had to turn the others away and we drove off. An elderly woman had made her way onto the side of the van and was hitting the window screaming and begging us to let her inside. Everyone was saying we needed to kick her off, so I opened the door and did. I felt bad, but not that bad.
So yeah, that was a weird dream too.
(No more dreams beyond this point.)
Today I'm going over to Andrew & Brandi's house to watch the kids. Brendan may/may not be coming over, probably will be though. Last night I stopped up to Lily's for like an hour and a half. It was really really nice. I missed her. I always miss her. Then I came home for poker and screwdrivers with my mom and brother John - THAT was a hoot.
All in all, good Thanksgiving break. Maybe I'll post pictures.
Time for breakfast!
Pam
He said in a tiny voice, "yeah...the red hot chili peppers show is coming up...and...well do you know how i could get the keys?"
I thought to myself, "Keys to what?", but then remembered we were in the newspaper office and he meant the key to the closet with the cameras in it. It figures he would want to be a photographer for the newspaper. My fucking luck, right?
I said "Yeah, they're right in here," and went into the closet to get a camera. "Which one do you want?" I asked while on my tippy-toes trying to reach the cabinet and the cameras inside. I could clearly see the Nikon, but hadn't quite reached it yet. I turned and looked behind me to see what he was doing, but I'm pretty sure he was already gone. When I looked back at the camera, it was gone too.
What?
There's something about being at home that makes me have ridiculous dreams. And I think the one above counts as "pretty ridiculous", because of course I've had dreams about encounters with Alan and stuff, but I'm pretty sure we've never spoken in them. And there's no Red Hot Chili Peppers concert coming up soon, either.
The other night, Brendan and I were walking around a big old abandoned house - the real spooky type. We turned a corner and found an ill-looking woman, crouched down next to a long coffin encasing a long-dead old man. "You're going to stay here and marry him with me...and we can all live together in love," she said. "But ma'am," I explained calmly, "We can't do that." I motioned to Brendan, "I love him, and we love each other...we can't be married to both of you...". So she started sobbing. I looked at Brendan and we both started running full speed away from the two.
We found ourselves in the hallways of some abandoned school, which looked like Centennial Hall but with the lights off. We were sure the weird crying woman was coming after us, but we couldn't find a way to get out. Then we saw one person running by us. Then another. Then five more. We realized there were probably a hundred or so people trying to run out of there. Nobody knew how to get out. So eventually we found an exit and ran out into a big green field that was next to a freeway. Cars zipped by, and bodies were scattered on the grass, passed out from fear and exhaustion.
Brandi and Andrew pulled up in a minivan, expressionless, and opened the door for Brendan and I to jump in. We let 4 or 5 more people inside, then had to turn the others away and we drove off. An elderly woman had made her way onto the side of the van and was hitting the window screaming and begging us to let her inside. Everyone was saying we needed to kick her off, so I opened the door and did. I felt bad, but not that bad.
So yeah, that was a weird dream too.
(No more dreams beyond this point.)
Today I'm going over to Andrew & Brandi's house to watch the kids. Brendan may/may not be coming over, probably will be though. Last night I stopped up to Lily's for like an hour and a half. It was really really nice. I missed her. I always miss her. Then I came home for poker and screwdrivers with my mom and brother John - THAT was a hoot.
All in all, good Thanksgiving break. Maybe I'll post pictures.
Time for breakfast!
Pam