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i really need to stop with the weird dreams.
today/last night it was me going to college. saying that i was going to not get room and board (ie. a dorm) and rent an apartment in the city with someone, to which my sister said something about "housing insurance" I countered back with my introduction to Dr. Jeremy Yanowitz*, who said, if anything happened, he'd be able to take care of me. I dont remember much of how i got to the city, or unpacking. I just remember that my apt. was on the 13th floor of a large white building with blue-tinted wondows (it kind of resembled the set of the ill-fated series "Kingdom Hospital" Here's a picture of it. Only imagine it taller and less squaty). i rode the elevator up, and b/c (in my dream) i was afraid of elevators, i sat on the floor in the empty elevator. up quickly to floor 13, i exited onto a balcony, where i found my roomate, the "snicker's pitch guy". All he said was "Hey! its about time the Snicker's Guy and the Snapple Guy [me] roomed together!" It was all very normal. I looked out over the balcony, (afriad of heights) and almost fell. Snickers-Man-roomate said i'd be "ok" b/c living a few floors down was Dr. Yanowitz. (*As in Jeremy Yanowitz, a kid I work with from school). He (Jeremy) popped his head out the window and introduced himself to like the entire city.
Snicker's-Man-Roomate and I went back inside and he gave me a tour of the place, I only noticed one bedroom so I asked where he was sleeping. I turned around and there was a flight of stairs that led to a "basement-y" apartment that nearly resembled Miller's (smurfettte's) basement. I was walking back up the steps to "my part of the apt." and all i could think about was "is this going to be one of those roommates who 'frontals' all the time?"
Then I woke up.
I really wish I knew what was causing these dreams. I think I should stop reading right before I go to bed. Or maybe it's the popsicles.
david.jeremy
today/last night it was me going to college. saying that i was going to not get room and board (ie. a dorm) and rent an apartment in the city with someone, to which my sister said something about "housing insurance" I countered back with my introduction to Dr. Jeremy Yanowitz*, who said, if anything happened, he'd be able to take care of me. I dont remember much of how i got to the city, or unpacking. I just remember that my apt. was on the 13th floor of a large white building with blue-tinted wondows (it kind of resembled the set of the ill-fated series "Kingdom Hospital" Here's a picture of it. Only imagine it taller and less squaty). i rode the elevator up, and b/c (in my dream) i was afraid of elevators, i sat on the floor in the empty elevator. up quickly to floor 13, i exited onto a balcony, where i found my roomate, the "snicker's pitch guy". All he said was "Hey! its about time the Snicker's Guy and the Snapple Guy [me] roomed together!" It was all very normal. I looked out over the balcony, (afriad of heights) and almost fell. Snickers-Man-roomate said i'd be "ok" b/c living a few floors down was Dr. Yanowitz. (*As in Jeremy Yanowitz, a kid I work with from school). He (Jeremy) popped his head out the window and introduced himself to like the entire city.
Snicker's-Man-Roomate and I went back inside and he gave me a tour of the place, I only noticed one bedroom so I asked where he was sleeping. I turned around and there was a flight of stairs that led to a "basement-y" apartment that nearly resembled Miller's (smurfettte's) basement. I was walking back up the steps to "my part of the apt." and all i could think about was "is this going to be one of those roommates who 'frontals' all the time?"
Then I woke up.
I really wish I knew what was causing these dreams. I think I should stop reading right before I go to bed. Or maybe it's the popsicles.
david.jeremy