a dream while sick
i just woke up from this amazing fantastic dreamy like dream. that all happened in san francisco and it was so life changing like. its probably because i was watching Born Into Brothels like all afternoon anyway. that movie made me tear up thinking about all those indian children having no future, just born into prostitution;because indians in this country have it really good. theyre the smart ones and theyre the ones that get the good jobs. i mean theyre not the only ones, but if youre born in this country, and youre indian, youre probably born to wealth and a good enginnering job. anyways so when i woke up, i woke up on the couch. everything seemed quiet (besides the fact that it was 1:30am) and still. nothing would be awake for awhile. so ok heres my dream!
i sat myself down at some bench in a san francisco park. known for the homeless. it was kinda like St.James park in downtown sj, but this was san francisco. i guess i was sleeping with my red backpack and something else i forget. i woke up and at the end of the bench in the little arm handle slot (indicating the guy slept on the floor, not on the same bench as me), a pair of real dirty feet popped through. the guy woke up too. and he was all simple. he was like a bohemian hippie i suppose. cuz then all this commotion came through, and this huge SUV with rims came rolling up and these rediclous rap scene teenagers came out and started bad mouthing us and asking for a light. which we didnt have cuz we were homeless. so they got back into the car and you can distinctively hear them rapping along. that was the stupid part of the dream..it reminded me of Malibus Most Wanted i guess. for being so lame in my dream.
anyway so when the guy woke up i felt like we've seen each other before. so i suggested we walk around san francisco. i took out two $20 bills and two $1 bills from my backpack and my cell phone. or i think i left that cell in there actually. the guy (i want to call him Daniel...but i never really got his name. ill just call him Daniel) watched as i got ready to walk with him, thinking it was funny i wanted to bring all that, and that i was worried about people touching my stuff, because i was homeless so who would wanna touch me at all? we walked up and down streets trying to find the perfect route to where we wanted to go. cuz each route was either dark or just completely long. we walked past this house where you could see all the girls masterbating inside. giving themselves orgasms with porno magazines and such. like a whorehouse but it was just fun watching, and that was the main point. that we only watch these girls have their fun but we couldnt do anything about it. anyways we walked past that, but we had to walk past it again cuz we decided to take the route near it. and when we came back around to it, the girls in the room were put on wide screen outside. it was like your own outdoor movie theatre of pure porno. and it was mainly more sad than erotic.
well while we were walking, Daniel told me he was a transvestite and that he got onto the streets when he was 13 for alcohol because everyone offered it to him. but now he was on crank or something and he really wanted to get off it because he was too weak to do anything. and that me walking around with him in the city really set him free. but then i think i had to leave..or i just left. but before i left, or before he died, he said something really interesting! this was before i woke up too, so thats why it set the eerie peaceful feeling of mine(when i awoke). he said something like, "things are just temporary. like you wanting to fish out all that money from your bag when who really cares. everythings minor in this life. we all care about one thing and that doesnt even matter because we all just die too young, fast and innocent at the end"
so that was probably the best thing ever said in a dream!
then this was some other part of the dream.
i was walking through some underground tunnel for drunks. all these mexican boys were bumping into me
cuz they were running with LOADS of empty beer bottle bags. and they were so drunk. i dont think i was. at the end of the tunnel there was this beautiful social worker lady who gathered all of the drunks she could. all the drunks were teenagers anyway, so she wouldnt let them go unless they had parents to pick them up.
we were put in a corner in a little cave, but i managed to try to climb over the ancient stairy thingie. and she caught me and i said "my parents will never come. i dont have a dad" and she looked at me sympatheticaly and let me go. i ran away smirking at my wit but then also looking back admirably at the lady.
i ran into my dads arms and told him my trick.
then dad and i walked up the sf streets and then my grandma ran into us. she was real tired so we decided to let her sit in some antique shop. the shop had a lot of tables so we just let her sit in one of their chairs. but youre not suppose to use antiques really. especially to sit on, in this shop. this security guard came up to us and said we shouldnt sit on these chairs because theyre antique and theyre worth much more than us. and we were so mad at him saying that, but then he read the description about them(which was on a paper on the table) and said "well those tables and chairs didnt do no good in life anyway. i would let you sit on them, but its my job to see that you dont"
at the end of the dream i realized that there are a lot of Daniels out there. and in my dream
i was just helping out one, and guiding him through his rough life. and imagine all the
other Daniels out there, stuck in something like this! and im not doing shit about it.
not saving them or anything. because i never did care about homeless people. but what if a lot of
homeless people are like this. what if this changes my perspective on things like helping the homeless
and people like Daniel.
ahh.
i sat myself down at some bench in a san francisco park. known for the homeless. it was kinda like St.James park in downtown sj, but this was san francisco. i guess i was sleeping with my red backpack and something else i forget. i woke up and at the end of the bench in the little arm handle slot (indicating the guy slept on the floor, not on the same bench as me), a pair of real dirty feet popped through. the guy woke up too. and he was all simple. he was like a bohemian hippie i suppose. cuz then all this commotion came through, and this huge SUV with rims came rolling up and these rediclous rap scene teenagers came out and started bad mouthing us and asking for a light. which we didnt have cuz we were homeless. so they got back into the car and you can distinctively hear them rapping along. that was the stupid part of the dream..it reminded me of Malibus Most Wanted i guess. for being so lame in my dream.
anyway so when the guy woke up i felt like we've seen each other before. so i suggested we walk around san francisco. i took out two $20 bills and two $1 bills from my backpack and my cell phone. or i think i left that cell in there actually. the guy (i want to call him Daniel...but i never really got his name. ill just call him Daniel) watched as i got ready to walk with him, thinking it was funny i wanted to bring all that, and that i was worried about people touching my stuff, because i was homeless so who would wanna touch me at all? we walked up and down streets trying to find the perfect route to where we wanted to go. cuz each route was either dark or just completely long. we walked past this house where you could see all the girls masterbating inside. giving themselves orgasms with porno magazines and such. like a whorehouse but it was just fun watching, and that was the main point. that we only watch these girls have their fun but we couldnt do anything about it. anyways we walked past that, but we had to walk past it again cuz we decided to take the route near it. and when we came back around to it, the girls in the room were put on wide screen outside. it was like your own outdoor movie theatre of pure porno. and it was mainly more sad than erotic.
well while we were walking, Daniel told me he was a transvestite and that he got onto the streets when he was 13 for alcohol because everyone offered it to him. but now he was on crank or something and he really wanted to get off it because he was too weak to do anything. and that me walking around with him in the city really set him free. but then i think i had to leave..or i just left. but before i left, or before he died, he said something really interesting! this was before i woke up too, so thats why it set the eerie peaceful feeling of mine(when i awoke). he said something like, "things are just temporary. like you wanting to fish out all that money from your bag when who really cares. everythings minor in this life. we all care about one thing and that doesnt even matter because we all just die too young, fast and innocent at the end"
so that was probably the best thing ever said in a dream!
then this was some other part of the dream.
i was walking through some underground tunnel for drunks. all these mexican boys were bumping into me
cuz they were running with LOADS of empty beer bottle bags. and they were so drunk. i dont think i was. at the end of the tunnel there was this beautiful social worker lady who gathered all of the drunks she could. all the drunks were teenagers anyway, so she wouldnt let them go unless they had parents to pick them up.
we were put in a corner in a little cave, but i managed to try to climb over the ancient stairy thingie. and she caught me and i said "my parents will never come. i dont have a dad" and she looked at me sympatheticaly and let me go. i ran away smirking at my wit but then also looking back admirably at the lady.
i ran into my dads arms and told him my trick.
then dad and i walked up the sf streets and then my grandma ran into us. she was real tired so we decided to let her sit in some antique shop. the shop had a lot of tables so we just let her sit in one of their chairs. but youre not suppose to use antiques really. especially to sit on, in this shop. this security guard came up to us and said we shouldnt sit on these chairs because theyre antique and theyre worth much more than us. and we were so mad at him saying that, but then he read the description about them(which was on a paper on the table) and said "well those tables and chairs didnt do no good in life anyway. i would let you sit on them, but its my job to see that you dont"
at the end of the dream i realized that there are a lot of Daniels out there. and in my dream
i was just helping out one, and guiding him through his rough life. and imagine all the
other Daniels out there, stuck in something like this! and im not doing shit about it.
not saving them or anything. because i never did care about homeless people. but what if a lot of
homeless people are like this. what if this changes my perspective on things like helping the homeless
and people like Daniel.
ahh.