a dream crazier than ive had in quite a while
alrighty, search for the meaning in this one suckers.
so i had a dream last night. it was on of those dreams where tons of seemingly unconnected events happen and you just sorta zap from one to the other without much knowledge of the interim. very slaughterhouse 5.
well here's the part that entertained me. somehow or another i end up in some sunny locale. nothing tropical but im on like a pedestrian walking street a block or two away from the beach. anyway, who ever i was with had walked away and i was wondering what i'd do to occupy my time (apparently finding said person was not a priority). it's at this point that arnold schwarzenegger walks up in that suit he wears in that california tourism commercial. we start chatting and i notice a really nice camera hanging around his neck, and i proceed to give him a "way to go speech" for still using film instead of digital.
it's interesting to note that his overall demeanor towards me reminded me of johan, probably because he's the closest thing to a large austrian that i know. either way, as we're talking we walk towards the pier out onto the beach. as we approach it, arnold takes off on a running start and then hits the ground effortlessly sliding under the railing on the pier into a perfect dive into the ocean. I ask him how he did it and he started talking about all the times he did that and fucked himself up on the rocks below.
so, i proceed down to the beach to join arnold playing in the waves that roll in. at this point, i run into steve, who must have been the person who left at the beginning of this segment. we head back to this apartment/hotel room that we must have been staying in. i start telling steve about my run in with the govenator, and of course, he shows up right there. for some reason he sets about fixing some of the various things that are messed up in our apartment/hotel room (he had a wrench with as luck would have it).
the next thing i know steve and i are in a police station and arnold is being taken away for drug and alcohol charges. steve and i leave the station and begin walking home. as we're walking i'm overcome with this extreme feeling of guilt that i explain to steve. my rationale was something along the lines of "i feel really bad for turning him in, he was just lonley..."
what the hell do i make of that?
so i had a dream last night. it was on of those dreams where tons of seemingly unconnected events happen and you just sorta zap from one to the other without much knowledge of the interim. very slaughterhouse 5.
well here's the part that entertained me. somehow or another i end up in some sunny locale. nothing tropical but im on like a pedestrian walking street a block or two away from the beach. anyway, who ever i was with had walked away and i was wondering what i'd do to occupy my time (apparently finding said person was not a priority). it's at this point that arnold schwarzenegger walks up in that suit he wears in that california tourism commercial. we start chatting and i notice a really nice camera hanging around his neck, and i proceed to give him a "way to go speech" for still using film instead of digital.
it's interesting to note that his overall demeanor towards me reminded me of johan, probably because he's the closest thing to a large austrian that i know. either way, as we're talking we walk towards the pier out onto the beach. as we approach it, arnold takes off on a running start and then hits the ground effortlessly sliding under the railing on the pier into a perfect dive into the ocean. I ask him how he did it and he started talking about all the times he did that and fucked himself up on the rocks below.
so, i proceed down to the beach to join arnold playing in the waves that roll in. at this point, i run into steve, who must have been the person who left at the beginning of this segment. we head back to this apartment/hotel room that we must have been staying in. i start telling steve about my run in with the govenator, and of course, he shows up right there. for some reason he sets about fixing some of the various things that are messed up in our apartment/hotel room (he had a wrench with as luck would have it).
the next thing i know steve and i are in a police station and arnold is being taken away for drug and alcohol charges. steve and i leave the station and begin walking home. as we're walking i'm overcome with this extreme feeling of guilt that i explain to steve. my rationale was something along the lines of "i feel really bad for turning him in, he was just lonley..."
what the hell do i make of that?