Analyze if you will.
Violent dreams. Three nights ago I dreamt that I beat a vague acquaintance into a coma by accident, then wound up talking on the phone to her mother crying offering my insurance I think. Then two nights ago I dreamt that a bunch of people were knifed in front of the bar in Riley; another batch of people were under bloody sheets up by the corner store due to vehicular manslaughter or something.
While this was going on my mom and I are walking through the snow and slush down the road to some house and she’s saying that the worst thing about the bodies in front of the bar is that she knows the woman that sliced them, they’re acquaintances through my sisters’ Head Start teacher. We get to the house and whoever owns it’s nowhere to be found, and an older black woman in an apron’s asking Mom if she’s cooking dinner that night.
I turn to go back outside and suddenly there’s the boy that fucked my world over last year, but he’s a wholly unattractive buff, Orc-colored (shit you not, it’s the best way I can describe it) version of said boy that’s more blatantly an asshole, and the house is his family’s and he starts asking a bunch of mocking condescending questions about what I’m doing there, keeping me there while I’m trying to leave. Next thing I know his family’s there doing the same thing to my mother and I, and I try to retort by asking if they knew their son cheated on his girlfriend, and then we were vehemently dismissed from the house.
Halfway back to ours Mom realizes she forgot her camera pack-whatever that is-and has to go back; I keep going and find out that a puppy our family had was hit by a car and most of what’s left of him is the front of a head and a bunch of watered-down gore, and Dad’s holding the head saying the only reason they got the puppy was because the old dog (which we don’t have in real life either) has cancer and the puppy alleviated some of the symptoms. I look back at the old dog and he’s looking at me, and he’s mostly head too just like the puppy.
Mom comes back with the camera and doesn’t pay much attention to this watered-down head of a puppy. I ask her if they were jerks to her when she went back and she says Yes, and didn’t understand until I say then who their son is. Then I remember that our art teacher is furious with the boy and that he doesn’t know this, and I feel better like I have the upper hand despite being surrounded by muddy bloody slush and watered-down dog gore.
Rather I should say I had that dream yesterday morning as opposed to last night, because right after that I woke up and it was perhaps a quarter after six.
I'm sure I had another weird-ass dream last night, but it was more mundane and I don't remember many particulars of it. I remember kissing some chick, not any chick from my real life and not any chick I think I'd kiss in real life because I didn't find her especially attractive. I think it was a sympathy thing or a show-her thing, in which case I would be interested in looking at my dreams from a power-play aspect *shrug*
Later this afternoon I meet up with some guy from this group. I heard of them what I guess was a couple months back already when they put out a new issue of this magazine they do and one of my old roommates showed it to me. So I finally decided to contact them and see if they could use anyone helping them out with stuff--volunteer stuff, mind you, I don't think this is a job interview or anything.
Earlier this morning my roommate who's like the head of the house asked me how long I plan on living at said house. I said I don't know and asked Why, and she's thinking of moving out and wondered if I wanted to take over her role. All the houses on that block, I believe, are owned by the people who own the chiropractic practice next door, and she stays in the house on some deal I think. She told me if I want to it would just be switching over all the house bills into my name and me taking care of that stuff, but the ways it goes I could basically live there for free.
I think I'd have to ask her for more details as to how it all breaks down, and ask the thoughts of one of our old roommates who recently moved into a foreclosure he bought and is rehabilitating. I think that if I did decide to try it and found it not to my liking, I could either continue living there and just hand that responsibility back over to the actual landlord, or hand that back over to the actual landlord and move into an apartment somewhere or something. Thing is I basically unofficially had this same position at the old house for a while, and it's more or less easy enough unless you encounter difficult roommates, but I also view it as a sort of tie-down and I'm not sure just what I plan on doing in the next couple months yet, still gotta figure that out. I don't know when my roommate plans to move out but I think I have a little time to think about it.
Hm.
While this was going on my mom and I are walking through the snow and slush down the road to some house and she’s saying that the worst thing about the bodies in front of the bar is that she knows the woman that sliced them, they’re acquaintances through my sisters’ Head Start teacher. We get to the house and whoever owns it’s nowhere to be found, and an older black woman in an apron’s asking Mom if she’s cooking dinner that night.
I turn to go back outside and suddenly there’s the boy that fucked my world over last year, but he’s a wholly unattractive buff, Orc-colored (shit you not, it’s the best way I can describe it) version of said boy that’s more blatantly an asshole, and the house is his family’s and he starts asking a bunch of mocking condescending questions about what I’m doing there, keeping me there while I’m trying to leave. Next thing I know his family’s there doing the same thing to my mother and I, and I try to retort by asking if they knew their son cheated on his girlfriend, and then we were vehemently dismissed from the house.
Halfway back to ours Mom realizes she forgot her camera pack-whatever that is-and has to go back; I keep going and find out that a puppy our family had was hit by a car and most of what’s left of him is the front of a head and a bunch of watered-down gore, and Dad’s holding the head saying the only reason they got the puppy was because the old dog (which we don’t have in real life either) has cancer and the puppy alleviated some of the symptoms. I look back at the old dog and he’s looking at me, and he’s mostly head too just like the puppy.
Mom comes back with the camera and doesn’t pay much attention to this watered-down head of a puppy. I ask her if they were jerks to her when she went back and she says Yes, and didn’t understand until I say then who their son is. Then I remember that our art teacher is furious with the boy and that he doesn’t know this, and I feel better like I have the upper hand despite being surrounded by muddy bloody slush and watered-down dog gore.
Rather I should say I had that dream yesterday morning as opposed to last night, because right after that I woke up and it was perhaps a quarter after six.
I'm sure I had another weird-ass dream last night, but it was more mundane and I don't remember many particulars of it. I remember kissing some chick, not any chick from my real life and not any chick I think I'd kiss in real life because I didn't find her especially attractive. I think it was a sympathy thing or a show-her thing, in which case I would be interested in looking at my dreams from a power-play aspect *shrug*
Later this afternoon I meet up with some guy from this group. I heard of them what I guess was a couple months back already when they put out a new issue of this magazine they do and one of my old roommates showed it to me. So I finally decided to contact them and see if they could use anyone helping them out with stuff--volunteer stuff, mind you, I don't think this is a job interview or anything.
Earlier this morning my roommate who's like the head of the house asked me how long I plan on living at said house. I said I don't know and asked Why, and she's thinking of moving out and wondered if I wanted to take over her role. All the houses on that block, I believe, are owned by the people who own the chiropractic practice next door, and she stays in the house on some deal I think. She told me if I want to it would just be switching over all the house bills into my name and me taking care of that stuff, but the ways it goes I could basically live there for free.
I think I'd have to ask her for more details as to how it all breaks down, and ask the thoughts of one of our old roommates who recently moved into a foreclosure he bought and is rehabilitating. I think that if I did decide to try it and found it not to my liking, I could either continue living there and just hand that responsibility back over to the actual landlord, or hand that back over to the actual landlord and move into an apartment somewhere or something. Thing is I basically unofficially had this same position at the old house for a while, and it's more or less easy enough unless you encounter difficult roommates, but I also view it as a sort of tie-down and I'm not sure just what I plan on doing in the next couple months yet, still gotta figure that out. I don't know when my roommate plans to move out but I think I have a little time to think about it.
Hm.