I Love The Suconscious Mind
I just woke up from a weird dream...
So we're in Chicago and me and my friends, Drew and Zach, are walking around town when Drew finds out via text/call from Jesses (Jessica -- my good friend and Drew's wife) that a good band we all like has decided to play some small impromptu show at someone's house. The three of us weren't in the vicinity, but Jesses and her friend/friends happened to be right there, so they're attending and we're envious. But then we somehow end up at the house where the show was (it was the type of house you'd find in the student ghetto in Kalamazoo) and there was this suspicious guy who I believe was part of the band and also a politician there who we had to take shifts following around -- some kind of spy game. I end up following him through the house and back outside to where he watched the current band play for a bit. He gets wise to us and walks away, at some point turning into a creature, entering a lake and swimming away. We were not surprised by this and I get in a car to give chase. I get held up for a minute when I discover that in my driver's side glove compartment, there's some Klondike Bars I bought earlier that day, but forgot to take care of, all melted and ruined. I was not pleased with myself. Anyway, next thing I know I'm pulling into a middle school or elementary school parking lot where I get out and walk toward the building (I think it was a conference day or something 'cause parents were walking into the building with their kids), but then go back to my car where, much to my chagrin, I discover there are two to four MORE ruined packs of Klondike Bars in my driver's side glove compartment, along with a whole submarine sandwich cut into two halves, and some spices/seasonings (like a bottle of basil, lemon pepper, etc). I'm so pissed at myself 'cause it's all ruined and it's going to be a pain to clean up the mess it leave. I start emptying it out and have my hands full...and that's where the dream ends as far as I remember.
Before that was a dream where my cousin's husband wanted me to throw a 100 mph pitch at him with no equipment except for a glove and the baseball bat. I didn't want to hurt him or break anything, so we drove out into the country to do it. That's all I remember of that one and I thought at first it might have gone into the other one, but I don't think so.
I only wish I remembered more.
So we're in Chicago and me and my friends, Drew and Zach, are walking around town when Drew finds out via text/call from Jesses (Jessica -- my good friend and Drew's wife) that a good band we all like has decided to play some small impromptu show at someone's house. The three of us weren't in the vicinity, but Jesses and her friend/friends happened to be right there, so they're attending and we're envious. But then we somehow end up at the house where the show was (it was the type of house you'd find in the student ghetto in Kalamazoo) and there was this suspicious guy who I believe was part of the band and also a politician there who we had to take shifts following around -- some kind of spy game. I end up following him through the house and back outside to where he watched the current band play for a bit. He gets wise to us and walks away, at some point turning into a creature, entering a lake and swimming away. We were not surprised by this and I get in a car to give chase. I get held up for a minute when I discover that in my driver's side glove compartment, there's some Klondike Bars I bought earlier that day, but forgot to take care of, all melted and ruined. I was not pleased with myself. Anyway, next thing I know I'm pulling into a middle school or elementary school parking lot where I get out and walk toward the building (I think it was a conference day or something 'cause parents were walking into the building with their kids), but then go back to my car where, much to my chagrin, I discover there are two to four MORE ruined packs of Klondike Bars in my driver's side glove compartment, along with a whole submarine sandwich cut into two halves, and some spices/seasonings (like a bottle of basil, lemon pepper, etc). I'm so pissed at myself 'cause it's all ruined and it's going to be a pain to clean up the mess it leave. I start emptying it out and have my hands full...and that's where the dream ends as far as I remember.
Before that was a dream where my cousin's husband wanted me to throw a 100 mph pitch at him with no equipment except for a glove and the baseball bat. I didn't want to hurt him or break anything, so we drove out into the country to do it. That's all I remember of that one and I thought at first it might have gone into the other one, but I don't think so.
I only wish I remembered more.