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So I got back from Germany last night and I had to wait an extra 20 minutes at Customs so that they could confiscate the Absinth in my giftbag from Prague. From there I'm taken to my sister's in Bethesda so I can house/dogsit for the next week. Jetlagged and all I fall asleep next to the dog in my nephew's bottom bunk (how ADORABLE, i know).
The only reason I mentioned the Absinth thing is because it might relate to why I then had the fucking strangest dream ever and the strangeness of the dream was SO STRONG that not even the dog getting up and shaking every hour could interrupt it.
I live in some kind of small apartment that resembles the old folks home from the 80's Twilight Zone movie (remember?) only with much less rooms. My mom lives with me and so do a couple of my friends, although I can't remember who. The neighborhood cop, LL Cool J, stops by frequently just to chitchat and hang out. Oh and when I say he was LL Cool J, I mean he really was as in his real job is a cop and he moonlights as a rapper. So one day I'm in a good mood for some reason and after LL leaves from stopping by I decide to close my door and smoke pot. Just as I finish and open my door there's LL and he's wondering what that smell is. HE says he knows what it is despite my denials and is going to the local grocery store to get a cream that you put on your elbow which could as he says "tell me if you've even had a COLD in the last 2 days".
I start freaking out, one of my friends tells me I could be fucked because of parole and I'm still wondering "some cream on your elbow?!?!" Call my lawyer and he agrees I'm screwed. Mr. Cool J comes back with the cream, i'm guilty, my mom cries, the cops haul me out and I just get pissed and say something like "Why don't you RAP about this LL COOOOL JAY!" He didn't like that. Somehow in between all of this I end up disappearing. THe REAL me, somehow when I return figuring I've beat the rap people don't recognize me as Jeremy and think I'm someone else. The "real Jeremy" is actually now wanted for murder and everyone's trying to figure out if he really did it before the cops put him on death row. I feel safe that "well atleast I'm not him" but then get worried because "well then, who the fuck am I?!"
Somehow this actually leads to me being put on jail for a murder I don't even remember committing and I'm down in the dumps until I realize....Wait...this COULD be a dream! That thought comes and goes until I finally wake up sweating, realize it 10am and figure Fuck it, I'm not going back to sleep if those the dreams I'm going to have.
A couple things to note:
1. I was not on drugs NOR did I ever partake in any of the Absinth
2. My dreams are weird and paranoid becuase I'M weird and paranoid.
The only reason I mentioned the Absinth thing is because it might relate to why I then had the fucking strangest dream ever and the strangeness of the dream was SO STRONG that not even the dog getting up and shaking every hour could interrupt it.
I live in some kind of small apartment that resembles the old folks home from the 80's Twilight Zone movie (remember?) only with much less rooms. My mom lives with me and so do a couple of my friends, although I can't remember who. The neighborhood cop, LL Cool J, stops by frequently just to chitchat and hang out. Oh and when I say he was LL Cool J, I mean he really was as in his real job is a cop and he moonlights as a rapper. So one day I'm in a good mood for some reason and after LL leaves from stopping by I decide to close my door and smoke pot. Just as I finish and open my door there's LL and he's wondering what that smell is. HE says he knows what it is despite my denials and is going to the local grocery store to get a cream that you put on your elbow which could as he says "tell me if you've even had a COLD in the last 2 days".
I start freaking out, one of my friends tells me I could be fucked because of parole and I'm still wondering "some cream on your elbow?!?!" Call my lawyer and he agrees I'm screwed. Mr. Cool J comes back with the cream, i'm guilty, my mom cries, the cops haul me out and I just get pissed and say something like "Why don't you RAP about this LL COOOOL JAY!" He didn't like that. Somehow in between all of this I end up disappearing. THe REAL me, somehow when I return figuring I've beat the rap people don't recognize me as Jeremy and think I'm someone else. The "real Jeremy" is actually now wanted for murder and everyone's trying to figure out if he really did it before the cops put him on death row. I feel safe that "well atleast I'm not him" but then get worried because "well then, who the fuck am I?!"
Somehow this actually leads to me being put on jail for a murder I don't even remember committing and I'm down in the dumps until I realize....Wait...this COULD be a dream! That thought comes and goes until I finally wake up sweating, realize it 10am and figure Fuck it, I'm not going back to sleep if those the dreams I'm going to have.
A couple things to note:
1. I was not on drugs NOR did I ever partake in any of the Absinth
2. My dreams are weird and paranoid becuase I'M weird and paranoid.