Would you believe I've never played GTA before?
In a dream last night, the ratty, eczematous kid down the street stole the van I drive. I knew immediately that this was not a crime of neccescity, as I imagine this vechicle would be the last on anyone's least to steal, save for perhaps a personal agenda against me. The climate fluctuated rapidly, as they do in dreams, yet I realized the crime when I saw the purple, '95 Plymouth Voyager flashing it's lights down the street during a gray mist. "Why is the car parked over there?" I asked my parents. "Huh. I don't know," they replied with an uncharacteristic indifference.
I decided that there was only one action appropriate for this obviously personal attack: vigilante justice.
I stormed my father's work bench, looking for something sharp and possibly infectious. I wanted my weapon to be light enough so that I could quickly dodge bullets if needed, but large enough so that I could do serious damage from a distance beyond a few cuts and scrapes.
What I wanted was a flip-blade. I quickly remembered that my sister has one, and quicker than that was reminded that she's in school at the moment. The best I could find was a measly box-cutter.
Though he lived down the street, I didn't want to simply walk to his house and claim my property and seal it with a slit - I needed to pave a path of destruction. I rented an SUV, which, because this is dream land, appeared magically in my driveway. Why I didn't utilize these powers when I needed a flip-blade is beyond me, but that was none of my concern at the time because I forgot to pick up the keys to this vehicle, and thus it was superfluous.
So, instead of monster-truck mayhem or a stabbing symbolizing equity, I screamed across the entire block about how much this kid was a "faggot" and that he stole my car, in a typical "I'm telling!" fashion.
* * *
I woke up to see that it was 7, so I gave myself a break and went back to bed. My dream continued, and to my suprise (in retrospect) my front yard was as close to what it actually is as it has ever been in a dream. I got a call from Jocine, letting me know she'd be coming to hand me some of my things back. It wasn't long before I noticed a green convertible in the driveway, its interior looking like something out of the 30s. I walked outside to find her creeping in the bushes , not sure why.
"I didn't know your car was a convertable..." I intrigued.
"Yeah, I found out the other day."
I think I wanted to exclaim "Damn! Why had we not taken advantage of that?", but it would've been a futile attempt. She went ahead giving me some books and her purse, which I politely handed back, "This isn't mine?"
"No, there are some letters for you in there."
"Oh no, don't give me back stuff I gave to you..."
"No, it's stuff I never gave you."
They looked like crumbled up notes from a particularly boring math class; with scribbled drawings across the page, all in burgundy ink. I took the sentiments, handed her back her purse, and she gave me a long hug and whispered something to me that I regretfully could not comprehend because I was too focused on not loosing my balance.
Later in the day, I took a walk outside admisdst the bright purple sky. The sky shined with such a glow, it almost looked like winter snow. The air was clear, and the neighborhood was as fresh and friendly as could be. I stopped by someone's sidewalk down at the front of Wood Trail, and noticed a rather large bug that I had never seen before. I contemplated as to whether or not I should kill it, perhaps starting a new hobby of killing every type of bug I could find, or to let it go in peace.
I chose the latter.
Alex
I decided that there was only one action appropriate for this obviously personal attack: vigilante justice.
I stormed my father's work bench, looking for something sharp and possibly infectious. I wanted my weapon to be light enough so that I could quickly dodge bullets if needed, but large enough so that I could do serious damage from a distance beyond a few cuts and scrapes.
What I wanted was a flip-blade. I quickly remembered that my sister has one, and quicker than that was reminded that she's in school at the moment. The best I could find was a measly box-cutter.
Though he lived down the street, I didn't want to simply walk to his house and claim my property and seal it with a slit - I needed to pave a path of destruction. I rented an SUV, which, because this is dream land, appeared magically in my driveway. Why I didn't utilize these powers when I needed a flip-blade is beyond me, but that was none of my concern at the time because I forgot to pick up the keys to this vehicle, and thus it was superfluous.
So, instead of monster-truck mayhem or a stabbing symbolizing equity, I screamed across the entire block about how much this kid was a "faggot" and that he stole my car, in a typical "I'm telling!" fashion.
* * *
I woke up to see that it was 7, so I gave myself a break and went back to bed. My dream continued, and to my suprise (in retrospect) my front yard was as close to what it actually is as it has ever been in a dream. I got a call from Jocine, letting me know she'd be coming to hand me some of my things back. It wasn't long before I noticed a green convertible in the driveway, its interior looking like something out of the 30s. I walked outside to find her creeping in the bushes , not sure why.
"I didn't know your car was a convertable..." I intrigued.
"Yeah, I found out the other day."
I think I wanted to exclaim "Damn! Why had we not taken advantage of that?", but it would've been a futile attempt. She went ahead giving me some books and her purse, which I politely handed back, "This isn't mine?"
"No, there are some letters for you in there."
"Oh no, don't give me back stuff I gave to you..."
"No, it's stuff I never gave you."
They looked like crumbled up notes from a particularly boring math class; with scribbled drawings across the page, all in burgundy ink. I took the sentiments, handed her back her purse, and she gave me a long hug and whispered something to me that I regretfully could not comprehend because I was too focused on not loosing my balance.
Later in the day, I took a walk outside admisdst the bright purple sky. The sky shined with such a glow, it almost looked like winter snow. The air was clear, and the neighborhood was as fresh and friendly as could be. I stopped by someone's sidewalk down at the front of Wood Trail, and noticed a rather large bug that I had never seen before. I contemplated as to whether or not I should kill it, perhaps starting a new hobby of killing every type of bug I could find, or to let it go in peace.
I chose the latter.
Alex