Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Three Chilling Tales)
I worked last night from 3:00pm - 12:00am, ensuring a very slow and boring evening. I passed much of the time doing sudoku puzzles, talking music with a bagger and reading 1776. None of this was very amusing until my manager came into the scene and commented on my various activities. He asked me to teach him how to do a sudoku puzzles; I did and then gave an easy puzzle for him to try. He snatched the book and randomly started filling in squares (in pen, mind you) saying things like, "That could go there" and occasionally adding outburts of "oh Sh*t! That's wrong!" I told him that his ad hoc method of problem solving was getting him nowhere, to which he replied by laughing and then looking at me in a complete stupor. Looking back I realize this might not have been the most fitting description, but it fulfilled its purpose.
A little later in the evening my manager approached me while I was reading 1776 and asked if he could see the book. I handed to him and he began reading the back cover. He read just enough to discover that the book included information on George Washington and said,"George Washington was a bad*ss, huh? He was all like, 'charge!' on those small boats and sh*t."
"Y-yeah," I replied.
About 15 minutes before the store closed, a man came in and bought a big box of tampons. "Poor guy," I thought, "he's having a rough night." This line of thinking was probably inaccurate, since he (hopefully) wasn't the one who ran out of tampons at this ungodly hour. A few minutes after he left, he came back inside and informed us (my manager and me) that he couldn't get his car started and was wondering if we could give him a jump. I was the only one with jumper cables, so my manager had me clock out early and help the unlucky chap. When I went outside I realized it wasn't him who was having a bad night, but his teenage daughter in sitting in the car.
He hooked up the cables, to which I was grateful because I couldn't remember the proper way to do it and feared I would melt the cars in a firey explosion. Despite the cables and my constant revving of the engine (which made me cry as I could hear the gas burning away) his car would not start. He told me that it seemed to be getting enough power, although of this I had my doubts; he was, after all, connected to my gutless wonder. He said something about a "f*cking breathalizer" that had just been installed in his vehicle, but I didn't understand how that could keep the car from starting. After a few more failed attempts, he and his daughter got in my car and I drove them home.
My dreams last night were again filled with bizzare events and activities. I thouroughly enjoyed them.
The night started with the preparations of my wedding, of which I had no knowledge of. I felt as if I had just been thrown on stage during the second act of a play without knowing what was going on. Everyone else, however, knew who I was, inlcuding my fiancee, a cute girl with long, brown hair. Strangely, my biggest concern wasn't marrying someone who I had just met, but not having a ring for the ceremony or having a honeymoon planned. I found out later that I had already bought a ring before my apparent memory failure, and thus discarded my plan to somehow use two poptarts instead (your guess is as good as mine). While our families were busy preparing for the wedding I got to spend some time with the girl and got to know her better. I liked her but I wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of marrying her yet. Even if I had known her for a long time and my memory had just been scrambled... then it hit me. "OH NO I AM GOING TO BOSTON NEXT MONTH." so I ran away, secretly hoping that she would still be there when I got back.
I ran, ran, ran... then another scene came. I was on a freeway, running with hundreds of other people. It was some sort of race, except the destination was unknown and it felt more like rush-hour traffic. No one seemed to be feeling tired from running so fast and so long; in fact, I don't remember feeling my legs at all during the entire run, and I certainly wasn't feeling any fatigue. The road was filled with lots of hills and sharp turns and went through what seemed as a deserted city. Near the road there were no buildings, just gray clouds overhead. In the distance, however, were tall, dark buildings, many of which I remembered visiting in past dreams. The act of running on the freeway is actually a recurring element in my dreams, perhaps starting after I saw a car commercial with a similar scene. After a few minutes of running through the thick crowds, I reached a fork in the road. The northern route led to a tall building which I had been swimming in during a dream several weeks ago, and the south route was just a continuation of the gray freeway. I chose neither way and instead jumped over the cement wall, entering the woods to the west.
I instantly recognized the forest as the Uintahs where I had been camping last week. Instead of being at the campsite, however, I was over a thousand feet above it, high in the mountains where I had been hiking at one point during the trip. I began hiking down to the campsite on the lake, following the tracks of horses that had passed before me. During my hike down I noticed food scattered throughout the mountain. I took a pizza and continued my descent. When I reached the bottom I found a group of desperate campers, perishing for want of food. gave them the pizza and told them there was a lot more on the mountain. They became excited and presented a small flying animal to me. (I cannot remember the exact look of the animal. Just that it was small, capable of flight, and strong enough to carry me on its back). I climbed on the animal and began flying around the mountains, grabbing food and bringing it back to the camp. Everyone was very pleased until I discovered something strange - the ground at the top of the ridge overlooking the lake was made of three layers of pizza, and when pizzas were removed, pizzas magically replaced them. For some reason, this caused great distress among the campers. I suspended future flights and explored the rest of the camp.
What I found was a devious looking man, sneaky-looking and greasy like a Malfoy. I decided he was a used-car salesman. He told me he was going to marry my fiancee while I was gone. I let out a cry of anger ("NOoooooooo!") and woke up.
A little later in the evening my manager approached me while I was reading 1776 and asked if he could see the book. I handed to him and he began reading the back cover. He read just enough to discover that the book included information on George Washington and said,"George Washington was a bad*ss, huh? He was all like, 'charge!' on those small boats and sh*t."
"Y-yeah," I replied.
About 15 minutes before the store closed, a man came in and bought a big box of tampons. "Poor guy," I thought, "he's having a rough night." This line of thinking was probably inaccurate, since he (hopefully) wasn't the one who ran out of tampons at this ungodly hour. A few minutes after he left, he came back inside and informed us (my manager and me) that he couldn't get his car started and was wondering if we could give him a jump. I was the only one with jumper cables, so my manager had me clock out early and help the unlucky chap. When I went outside I realized it wasn't him who was having a bad night, but his teenage daughter in sitting in the car.
He hooked up the cables, to which I was grateful because I couldn't remember the proper way to do it and feared I would melt the cars in a firey explosion. Despite the cables and my constant revving of the engine (which made me cry as I could hear the gas burning away) his car would not start. He told me that it seemed to be getting enough power, although of this I had my doubts; he was, after all, connected to my gutless wonder. He said something about a "f*cking breathalizer" that had just been installed in his vehicle, but I didn't understand how that could keep the car from starting. After a few more failed attempts, he and his daughter got in my car and I drove them home.
My dreams last night were again filled with bizzare events and activities. I thouroughly enjoyed them.
The night started with the preparations of my wedding, of which I had no knowledge of. I felt as if I had just been thrown on stage during the second act of a play without knowing what was going on. Everyone else, however, knew who I was, inlcuding my fiancee, a cute girl with long, brown hair. Strangely, my biggest concern wasn't marrying someone who I had just met, but not having a ring for the ceremony or having a honeymoon planned. I found out later that I had already bought a ring before my apparent memory failure, and thus discarded my plan to somehow use two poptarts instead (your guess is as good as mine). While our families were busy preparing for the wedding I got to spend some time with the girl and got to know her better. I liked her but I wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of marrying her yet. Even if I had known her for a long time and my memory had just been scrambled... then it hit me. "OH NO I AM GOING TO BOSTON NEXT MONTH." so I ran away, secretly hoping that she would still be there when I got back.
I ran, ran, ran... then another scene came. I was on a freeway, running with hundreds of other people. It was some sort of race, except the destination was unknown and it felt more like rush-hour traffic. No one seemed to be feeling tired from running so fast and so long; in fact, I don't remember feeling my legs at all during the entire run, and I certainly wasn't feeling any fatigue. The road was filled with lots of hills and sharp turns and went through what seemed as a deserted city. Near the road there were no buildings, just gray clouds overhead. In the distance, however, were tall, dark buildings, many of which I remembered visiting in past dreams. The act of running on the freeway is actually a recurring element in my dreams, perhaps starting after I saw a car commercial with a similar scene. After a few minutes of running through the thick crowds, I reached a fork in the road. The northern route led to a tall building which I had been swimming in during a dream several weeks ago, and the south route was just a continuation of the gray freeway. I chose neither way and instead jumped over the cement wall, entering the woods to the west.
I instantly recognized the forest as the Uintahs where I had been camping last week. Instead of being at the campsite, however, I was over a thousand feet above it, high in the mountains where I had been hiking at one point during the trip. I began hiking down to the campsite on the lake, following the tracks of horses that had passed before me. During my hike down I noticed food scattered throughout the mountain. I took a pizza and continued my descent. When I reached the bottom I found a group of desperate campers, perishing for want of food. gave them the pizza and told them there was a lot more on the mountain. They became excited and presented a small flying animal to me. (I cannot remember the exact look of the animal. Just that it was small, capable of flight, and strong enough to carry me on its back). I climbed on the animal and began flying around the mountains, grabbing food and bringing it back to the camp. Everyone was very pleased until I discovered something strange - the ground at the top of the ridge overlooking the lake was made of three layers of pizza, and when pizzas were removed, pizzas magically replaced them. For some reason, this caused great distress among the campers. I suspended future flights and explored the rest of the camp.
What I found was a devious looking man, sneaky-looking and greasy like a Malfoy. I decided he was a used-car salesman. He told me he was going to marry my fiancee while I was gone. I let out a cry of anger ("NOoooooooo!") and woke up.