isn’t this what everyone thinks about?
i dreamt that i was sitting on a bench outdoors and this guy came up to me, very frantically, and asked me to help him. it would require getting a yellow imprint of my initial, an olde english J, on the back of my right heel. i agreed and as he explained further what my role would be, i realized i was a part of some undercover sting operation. all i had to do was lay there under a blanket on this bench and listen for a siren. he had a walkie talkie and kept talking about powder. i heard the siren and he ran off. he came back for me and we ended up travelling north by car and he kept saying that he didn’t like my perfume.
i woke up unable to get this song out of my head
and it also occurred to me that the man in my dream was none other than matthew #11, one of my old neighbors in sacramento. he had his identity stolen by this guy he started dating from the internet and was left with nothing, so his only choice was to go into rehab. he sold us a bunch of depeche mode, hole and nirvana books.
i used to spend a little bit of time here
i laid there and started thinking about all of the characters from that apartment building; the landlords: the cowboy and the midget, fat diabetic woman (FDW) and her cat named bo that she was always yelling for, daniel boone, the yahoo! sponsored bicycling team..
it’s funny how certain situations are a part of your daily existence and it isn’t until you can look back in retrospect and understand how absurd it really is.
I hate dreaming because when you want to sleep, you want to sleep. Dreaming is work. Next thing you know, I have to build a go cart with my ex-landlord. – mitch hedberg
