The dream.
In my dream last night, I was in a plane. It was my friend Troy Garis and I and we were about to skydive. We got our countdown, and we both jumped. It felt REAL. I was skydiving and never before has a dream felt so real…
I remember looking up at Troy and he gave me a peace sign or OK sign. I leaned back, rose up, and grabbed his hands and we circled in midair laughing and smiling. Then I realized it was dark, and I should probably pull my chord. I went to pull my chute chord and it didn’t budge. Fear gripped my whole body, and I panicked. Troy was right there and he didn’t seem worried. So I pulled my emergency chute and it came out halfway. It cause me to glide in like the space shuttle, landing right in front of my old high school, Enid High.
At this point as dreams sometimes do, Troy was completely replaced by Derric Morris, also a good musician friend of mine. All the sudden, Ann McCaulay, Colleen Dowd, and Brandon Eckert joined me as well. Bryan Thompson was walkin with me too. Such a tight knit crew, just like I always wanted it. Some of my friends from Oklahoma, and some from Massachusetts.
As we passed the high school, we tried to cut through a yard, like we had known it was a shortcut. About halfway into the yard, a man stopped us to let us know it didn’t go all the way through. Now that I am awake I realize it was the old redneck lookin guy that works at the Dandi Deli here in Enid. Crazy.
Flash! We are at the ATM outside of Evans drugs. It is day. This pharmacy is located about 3 miles from the high school, no short walk. But we were just there. We stood there trying to figure out what we were gonna buy, but could not come to an agreement. Right then I remembered we never took our parachutes back, so I asked Derric(Troy) if that was ok. He said it was fine. I believed him. From the corner of my eye an older blonde lady appeared. She had a nametag, which made her look official and intimidating in a dream. She spoke, “Excuse me, can your little group disperse, go hang out somewhere else.” I looked her right in the eyes and said, “Actually, MA’AM, we were trying to figure out what we were gonna get to drink. You know? Give your business, some business.”
Stunned she just turned marching style one-hundred eighty degrees and stomped away, back to the store. The posse loved it. ‘Good job D’, ‘ You told her’, ‘Fuck her’ just made me feel like such a hero.
As we neared the door, our thirst increased one hundred fold. It was goin to be sooo nice. But at the entrance was that lady, with three security guards. “I am sorry we cannot allow your friend to enter.” She then pointed at Ann. I started laughing hysterically. I stated, “Are you fucking serious, that was 3 years ago and she wasn’t even the one who stole in the first place.” Apparently I knew that Ann was involved, along with three girls, in a diamond heist at the pharmacy. I think I have had a dream about it before, it just seems too familiar. “Well to be honest we don’t want you in here either.” she delivered along with a cold, expressionless face that reminded me of my old boss from the coffee shop. “WELL FUCK YOU, FUCK YOUR SECURITY GUARDS, FUCK YOUR DRINKS, AND FUCK THIS STORE!” was all I said. The crew busted up laughing, we did an about face and left.
Flash! We are back near the high school. Somehow, somewhere, we obtained two fruity slushees. I asked Colleen for a sip of hers and it seemed to disappear faster than I was consuming. Nonetheless, It was gone and I owed her a new slushee. So about a block past the high school, there was a slushee store on the left. Its not really there but in my dream it was. Everyone seemed to just stay outside as an unspoken agreement.
I strut my stuff right through the front door, and there was a long hallway, as if it were a mini mall. The first door on the right, about 10 feet from the front door was the plate glass door to the shop. Through the giant windows I could see an older white male, looking to be in his late 40’s. I opened the door and walked in, and was perpetually confused. I stared at different items in the room and tried to figure out what they meant. I then turned to the slushy machine and went a little closer. “Hey.” in a non-threatening tone. “You cant use that right now.” the clerk added. Before I could even consider asking why, I looked down to find that I was completely ass naked. It was shock, but I didn’t let it show. “My bad, ill be right back” as if I had just left my wallet outside in the car.
I swing open the door to enter the main hall and I peer outside to find a cruiser parked outside. Cops are scary as hell, and in dreams they are real. I ducked down behind the safety of the bottom half of the main door. There I found my shorts stuck in the doors, like the had gotten caught when the doors slammed and ripped right off my body. I snatched them up, put them on, and realized there were no holes.
Barefoot and shirtless, I re-enter the slushee mart. There is an old oriental man behind the counter, with three redneck consultant-type fellows circled around him. “Sorry about that man,” as if I knew him or acknowledged him once before. “It’s fine,” he remarks with a big grin, with plenty of mileage. Maybe that was normal in this dream slushee mart. I poured up my drink and for some odd reason, free-of-charge.
I step back in to the main hall, to see the cop leaving. But as he was pulling off he stopped, cause he saw me. I was already halfway down the stairs, so I just pretended that I didn’t see him. He came around OUR car which never existed til then and said, “Put your hands on the vehicle.” I went along with it knowing that I had one single article of clothing on, nothing to really search, nothing to get busted with. Then this unmarked, beat up, green hatchback pulls up and another pig rolls out.
After frisking me, I asked him what this was for as they proceeded to search the car. “We are searching for the missing diamond sir,” as he pulled her eye liner apart to see if it was stashed there. “Listen sir, I can explain all of this, they just called you cause they were ma-Before I say anything read me my damn miranda rights so you can actually use this statement.”
“No need son.”
I was infuriated, cause now a crowd of oriental gawkers was surrounding our car. I expelled, “They were just mad cause I told them off cause they wouldn’t let us in, those other girls were arrested a long time ago, we have nothing to do with it.” “Whatever kid,” as they continued their search. I was beginning to get frightened because I knew I had nothing on me, but I didn’t know what was in the car. So I gave my soliloquy.
“You listen here cops, as soon as we are released from this illegal search and seizure, I am contacting the NAACP, and the ACLU. You don’t like that do you. You never had a search warrant to conduct this search. You’re in trouble and you know it. I am going to sue Evans, and I am gonna sue the shit out of the police department. You know why? Because poor kids like me always get this treatment, and I’ve got to pay some bills. If I was a little better off, I am most certain we would have just got a talk. So are you goin to stop searching my car?!?!”
Waking up couldn’t have come at a more climactic moment. I thought I was gonna die, then I thought I was gonna fight security guards, then I was naked, and then I thought I was going away for time. During the first ten seconds of consciousness, I believed it with the faith of pastor. And I was so worried about not getting to see Francesca. So as reality seeped into my pores I rolled over, flipped open my phone and looked at a few pictures of her. Tranquility. Then I realized how vivid a dream it was, so I started my computer…..
I remember looking up at Troy and he gave me a peace sign or OK sign. I leaned back, rose up, and grabbed his hands and we circled in midair laughing and smiling. Then I realized it was dark, and I should probably pull my chord. I went to pull my chute chord and it didn’t budge. Fear gripped my whole body, and I panicked. Troy was right there and he didn’t seem worried. So I pulled my emergency chute and it came out halfway. It cause me to glide in like the space shuttle, landing right in front of my old high school, Enid High.
At this point as dreams sometimes do, Troy was completely replaced by Derric Morris, also a good musician friend of mine. All the sudden, Ann McCaulay, Colleen Dowd, and Brandon Eckert joined me as well. Bryan Thompson was walkin with me too. Such a tight knit crew, just like I always wanted it. Some of my friends from Oklahoma, and some from Massachusetts.
As we passed the high school, we tried to cut through a yard, like we had known it was a shortcut. About halfway into the yard, a man stopped us to let us know it didn’t go all the way through. Now that I am awake I realize it was the old redneck lookin guy that works at the Dandi Deli here in Enid. Crazy.
Flash! We are at the ATM outside of Evans drugs. It is day. This pharmacy is located about 3 miles from the high school, no short walk. But we were just there. We stood there trying to figure out what we were gonna buy, but could not come to an agreement. Right then I remembered we never took our parachutes back, so I asked Derric(Troy) if that was ok. He said it was fine. I believed him. From the corner of my eye an older blonde lady appeared. She had a nametag, which made her look official and intimidating in a dream. She spoke, “Excuse me, can your little group disperse, go hang out somewhere else.” I looked her right in the eyes and said, “Actually, MA’AM, we were trying to figure out what we were gonna get to drink. You know? Give your business, some business.”
Stunned she just turned marching style one-hundred eighty degrees and stomped away, back to the store. The posse loved it. ‘Good job D’, ‘ You told her’, ‘Fuck her’ just made me feel like such a hero.
As we neared the door, our thirst increased one hundred fold. It was goin to be sooo nice. But at the entrance was that lady, with three security guards. “I am sorry we cannot allow your friend to enter.” She then pointed at Ann. I started laughing hysterically. I stated, “Are you fucking serious, that was 3 years ago and she wasn’t even the one who stole in the first place.” Apparently I knew that Ann was involved, along with three girls, in a diamond heist at the pharmacy. I think I have had a dream about it before, it just seems too familiar. “Well to be honest we don’t want you in here either.” she delivered along with a cold, expressionless face that reminded me of my old boss from the coffee shop. “WELL FUCK YOU, FUCK YOUR SECURITY GUARDS, FUCK YOUR DRINKS, AND FUCK THIS STORE!” was all I said. The crew busted up laughing, we did an about face and left.
Flash! We are back near the high school. Somehow, somewhere, we obtained two fruity slushees. I asked Colleen for a sip of hers and it seemed to disappear faster than I was consuming. Nonetheless, It was gone and I owed her a new slushee. So about a block past the high school, there was a slushee store on the left. Its not really there but in my dream it was. Everyone seemed to just stay outside as an unspoken agreement.
I strut my stuff right through the front door, and there was a long hallway, as if it were a mini mall. The first door on the right, about 10 feet from the front door was the plate glass door to the shop. Through the giant windows I could see an older white male, looking to be in his late 40’s. I opened the door and walked in, and was perpetually confused. I stared at different items in the room and tried to figure out what they meant. I then turned to the slushy machine and went a little closer. “Hey.” in a non-threatening tone. “You cant use that right now.” the clerk added. Before I could even consider asking why, I looked down to find that I was completely ass naked. It was shock, but I didn’t let it show. “My bad, ill be right back” as if I had just left my wallet outside in the car.
I swing open the door to enter the main hall and I peer outside to find a cruiser parked outside. Cops are scary as hell, and in dreams they are real. I ducked down behind the safety of the bottom half of the main door. There I found my shorts stuck in the doors, like the had gotten caught when the doors slammed and ripped right off my body. I snatched them up, put them on, and realized there were no holes.
Barefoot and shirtless, I re-enter the slushee mart. There is an old oriental man behind the counter, with three redneck consultant-type fellows circled around him. “Sorry about that man,” as if I knew him or acknowledged him once before. “It’s fine,” he remarks with a big grin, with plenty of mileage. Maybe that was normal in this dream slushee mart. I poured up my drink and for some odd reason, free-of-charge.
I step back in to the main hall, to see the cop leaving. But as he was pulling off he stopped, cause he saw me. I was already halfway down the stairs, so I just pretended that I didn’t see him. He came around OUR car which never existed til then and said, “Put your hands on the vehicle.” I went along with it knowing that I had one single article of clothing on, nothing to really search, nothing to get busted with. Then this unmarked, beat up, green hatchback pulls up and another pig rolls out.
After frisking me, I asked him what this was for as they proceeded to search the car. “We are searching for the missing diamond sir,” as he pulled her eye liner apart to see if it was stashed there. “Listen sir, I can explain all of this, they just called you cause they were ma-Before I say anything read me my damn miranda rights so you can actually use this statement.”
“No need son.”
I was infuriated, cause now a crowd of oriental gawkers was surrounding our car. I expelled, “They were just mad cause I told them off cause they wouldn’t let us in, those other girls were arrested a long time ago, we have nothing to do with it.” “Whatever kid,” as they continued their search. I was beginning to get frightened because I knew I had nothing on me, but I didn’t know what was in the car. So I gave my soliloquy.
“You listen here cops, as soon as we are released from this illegal search and seizure, I am contacting the NAACP, and the ACLU. You don’t like that do you. You never had a search warrant to conduct this search. You’re in trouble and you know it. I am going to sue Evans, and I am gonna sue the shit out of the police department. You know why? Because poor kids like me always get this treatment, and I’ve got to pay some bills. If I was a little better off, I am most certain we would have just got a talk. So are you goin to stop searching my car?!?!”
Waking up couldn’t have come at a more climactic moment. I thought I was gonna die, then I thought I was gonna fight security guards, then I was naked, and then I thought I was going away for time. During the first ten seconds of consciousness, I believed it with the faith of pastor. And I was so worried about not getting to see Francesca. So as reality seeped into my pores I rolled over, flipped open my phone and looked at a few pictures of her. Tranquility. Then I realized how vivid a dream it was, so I started my computer…..