dream
so i turned off my alarm when it went off at 8 am and slept till 12 having this dream.
mom yelling at me for buying cigarettes with my debit card, then telling me that her salary as a NYC schoolteacher was $260k. i think the alarm went off at this point. all of a sudden i'm approaching my old house in staten island from my neighbors driveway, seeing the once beautiful terraced backyard densely overgrown with bushes and high grasses. seeing the remnants of the staircase cut into the hillside, i walked down to the bottom level. i was there with someone else and i noticed a path trampled into the grass, leading out and down into the woods. wondering to my unknown companion about the obvious fooprints in the path, three men with stockings over their heads appeared behind me, they said that it was there path. i was very surprised/scared until the first tall skinny man took off his cap only to be my dad's friend that i haven't see in years; george alvarez. he said that this was the path to freedom, to escape staten island. his companion took off his cap and i saw that he was none other than Ice-T, the fine rapper. of course he said "that's right motherfucker" or somethign to that effect. well since our house seemed to have been a stop on some sort of underground railroad, i felt the need to provide for my guests. i went over to the zucchini patch and must've picked about five hundred zucchini flowers to fry. i brought them upstairs and decided to wash them first. they melted under the water into shelled mussells. upon frying, they turned into little plastic high-heeled shoes. this is when i woke up and realized not only had i missed thesis research but half of history of architecture.
mom yelling at me for buying cigarettes with my debit card, then telling me that her salary as a NYC schoolteacher was $260k. i think the alarm went off at this point. all of a sudden i'm approaching my old house in staten island from my neighbors driveway, seeing the once beautiful terraced backyard densely overgrown with bushes and high grasses. seeing the remnants of the staircase cut into the hillside, i walked down to the bottom level. i was there with someone else and i noticed a path trampled into the grass, leading out and down into the woods. wondering to my unknown companion about the obvious fooprints in the path, three men with stockings over their heads appeared behind me, they said that it was there path. i was very surprised/scared until the first tall skinny man took off his cap only to be my dad's friend that i haven't see in years; george alvarez. he said that this was the path to freedom, to escape staten island. his companion took off his cap and i saw that he was none other than Ice-T, the fine rapper. of course he said "that's right motherfucker" or somethign to that effect. well since our house seemed to have been a stop on some sort of underground railroad, i felt the need to provide for my guests. i went over to the zucchini patch and must've picked about five hundred zucchini flowers to fry. i brought them upstairs and decided to wash them first. they melted under the water into shelled mussells. upon frying, they turned into little plastic high-heeled shoes. this is when i woke up and realized not only had i missed thesis research but half of history of architecture.