haven't documented any dreams in awhile
Earlier in the dream, I was at this house where this little brown skinned kid of about 7 was treated in an unacceptable manner from his parents. I think it was based on this kid andrew who lived behind paul reardon and whose trampoline I would frequently use. It was a familiar situation, I believe from another dream. Anyway, as I understood it, the kid usually sneaks out with a backpack of stuff after I leave and I drive him away to save him from his oppressive parents. he didn't wind up finding me in my car this time, but I had a feeling he would be somewhere else.
So next thing was me walking across the tilton 9 parking lot along tilton rd with this guy bill I work with. It was much bigger, and we were walking to some 2 story motel the was kinda near the old sharon zhengs (I think it had something to do with finding that kid). actually, I was goofing around, riding on one of the tables we use at work. only it was more like the cart we used at tilton 9 to move prints which I frequently did ride around the booth. I also had a skateboard.
We walk by these 2 black guys, probably about 20 years old, one was shorter wider darker than the other (kinda reminded me of the Goo and the older brother from My Brother and Me in appearance, only more ghetto). next thing I knew the lighter skinnier black guy hits me. I don't remember the dialogue too well, but basically he was trying to intimidate me into giving him my money and skateboard. I tell him to fuck off, and hit him. it was a pretty weak punch, like how you can never quite have the proper control over your body physically because of dream physics. some of my responses similarly did not come out of my mouth as audibly as they should have.
anyway, the lighter skinned guy keeps trying to fuck with me but I embarrass him by not submitting to his bullshit and continuing to belittle him through our conversation, as well as hitting him a few more times, a little harder each time, but still not real punches. he even held a gun at my face at one point, but it did not phase me. I remember staring down the barrel, confident he wouldn't do anything despite the erratic behavior he was exhibiting. or maybe I just didn't care, not sure. he held the gun to his own head later but then I started telling him a heartfelt speech about how I was suicidal and he shouldn't kill himself because it would certainly be a mistake. then he starts to give up but grabs onto my skateboard because I wasn't holding it at the time. a few more of his friends had arrived and he figured taking my skateboard would save some face.
they start walking away with the board laughing but I follow. I tell lighter guy that skateboarding was one of the few things I still care about after the aforementioned suicidal time in my life; also my board is old and beat up and not even worth that much. I say, "at least play me in a game of skate for the board." they actually seemed to agree with this, but I just wind up shoving him behind and taking my board saying, "nah actually it's my board so fuck you." I start walking away but I think they kept harassing me. I almost hit one with my skateboard and they kinda backed off.
I talk to the coworker bill and he tells me he would normally have not put up with that shit but he was in trouble with the law for telling some woman off or something, might have had something to do with his kids. anyway we go to the motel room and sure enough those 2 guys come in. they whisper something into bill's ear, I thought it might have something to do with them threatening his kids or something. I think I yell at them or hit them and they leave.
They come back with some arby's and offer it as a peace offering. I immediately accept and shake lighter guy's hand and say thanks. He seemed to smiley though so I assume it's a trick. I say, "what did you rub your ass with this burger or something?" they kinda just laugh and leave. I say to bill, "what a shame. I guess we can't eat these delicious arby's sandwiches."
So next thing was me walking across the tilton 9 parking lot along tilton rd with this guy bill I work with. It was much bigger, and we were walking to some 2 story motel the was kinda near the old sharon zhengs (I think it had something to do with finding that kid). actually, I was goofing around, riding on one of the tables we use at work. only it was more like the cart we used at tilton 9 to move prints which I frequently did ride around the booth. I also had a skateboard.
We walk by these 2 black guys, probably about 20 years old, one was shorter wider darker than the other (kinda reminded me of the Goo and the older brother from My Brother and Me in appearance, only more ghetto). next thing I knew the lighter skinnier black guy hits me. I don't remember the dialogue too well, but basically he was trying to intimidate me into giving him my money and skateboard. I tell him to fuck off, and hit him. it was a pretty weak punch, like how you can never quite have the proper control over your body physically because of dream physics. some of my responses similarly did not come out of my mouth as audibly as they should have.
anyway, the lighter skinned guy keeps trying to fuck with me but I embarrass him by not submitting to his bullshit and continuing to belittle him through our conversation, as well as hitting him a few more times, a little harder each time, but still not real punches. he even held a gun at my face at one point, but it did not phase me. I remember staring down the barrel, confident he wouldn't do anything despite the erratic behavior he was exhibiting. or maybe I just didn't care, not sure. he held the gun to his own head later but then I started telling him a heartfelt speech about how I was suicidal and he shouldn't kill himself because it would certainly be a mistake. then he starts to give up but grabs onto my skateboard because I wasn't holding it at the time. a few more of his friends had arrived and he figured taking my skateboard would save some face.
they start walking away with the board laughing but I follow. I tell lighter guy that skateboarding was one of the few things I still care about after the aforementioned suicidal time in my life; also my board is old and beat up and not even worth that much. I say, "at least play me in a game of skate for the board." they actually seemed to agree with this, but I just wind up shoving him behind and taking my board saying, "nah actually it's my board so fuck you." I start walking away but I think they kept harassing me. I almost hit one with my skateboard and they kinda backed off.
I talk to the coworker bill and he tells me he would normally have not put up with that shit but he was in trouble with the law for telling some woman off or something, might have had something to do with his kids. anyway we go to the motel room and sure enough those 2 guys come in. they whisper something into bill's ear, I thought it might have something to do with them threatening his kids or something. I think I yell at them or hit them and they leave.
They come back with some arby's and offer it as a peace offering. I immediately accept and shake lighter guy's hand and say thanks. He seemed to smiley though so I assume it's a trick. I say, "what did you rub your ass with this burger or something?" they kinda just laugh and leave. I say to bill, "what a shame. I guess we can't eat these delicious arby's sandwiches."