dreams I had

being late for work

finally meeting an ex-housemate

being handed a slice of cake

leading the charge against a tyrannical landlady

living in an apartment with a dining room

graduating high school

a new pair of shoes and a dangerous freeway trip

saving the life of someone also named Marcel

walking thru my apartment building

living in a college dorm

Eugene getting knocked out in class

a nude white girl lying on me

a video I shot in a high school science lab

fucking a girl from behind

a five-part Steven Spielberg movie

having an interesting discussion with a woman at a table

staying in a college dorm

watching a video of a girl being killed

overhearing my lesbian roommate have sex

watching My Girl in class

a girl interviewing me for school

living in an apartment in Detroit

meeting Stevie Wonder

having sex with Michelle Waterson

watching a movie that started to become real

my next-door neighbor and a bunch of dogs

a girl who was about to let me put my tongue in her ass

living in a college dorm and seeing an enormous insect

a gay school teacher giving me his phone number

lying to a high school security guard to get out of trouble

a woman named Rebecca

a girl staring at me like she wanted to fuck

driving my cars from a bus

witnessing a crazy traffic collision

being late for class

arguing with Alex Malpass

taking pictures of girls I used to know

two old people who vacationed a lot

being at school with Wendy and Leanne

a co-worker named Eugene

a video girl who seemed to have a crush on me

kissing and fondling a girl named Wendy

living with people and a caged bird

walking to a college campus and teleporting back home to get my car

500 girls at a hotel

a teen prison inmate attempting an escape

a man and a woman near the end of their romance

my car being repossessed

being on a tower and trying to run home before being eaten by lions

attending an event with tables of free White Castle burgers

a parachute man

waiting till the last minutes to study for a college exam

taking notes in a history class

taking a photo of a police officer at my job

seeing an airplane going down outside my window

working in a mansion with Sheila

being trapped nude in a bathroom stall

going to Solomon’s Temple in Detroit

a freaky bisexual girl

meeting a distant cousin

seeing two dragons fighting in the night sky

hiring Pinky and Misty to exercise at my mother’s house

asking for Cap’n Crunch at Target

going back to the past

somehow getting an enormous amount of cash from a bank ATM

trying to interview Hulk Hogan for the site

a girl and her sister

being featured on a “reality” TV show with Jack Osbourne

my boss Heather sitting on my face

working for AVI

being in an elementary school reading class

a beat I made

being at home in my apartment

playing Night Of The Living Dead

trading insults with a girl named Eliza

a tube of peanut butter toothpaste

a girl giving me her baby in Miss Dubose’s class

a sweaty porn girl with amazing tits

going back to the past

a dream I had about being late for work

I should’ve known something wasn’t right; something, that is, other than the fact that I was late for work. Technically I wasn’t, but I was scheduled to start my shift in about ten minutes, my drive would take about that long if I drove recklessly, and I wasn’t even close to being ready to leave the house; a house I haven’t lived in for almost twenty years. Never mind the fact that I haven’t worked there in nearly five.

Nonetheless there I was, in a partly self-induced panic. I say “partly self-induced” not because it was my fault I was going to be late, even though it sort of was because I’d simply lost track of time, but because I wasn’t going to be in any real trouble for calling in late, showing up late without calling in or even being absent for the day. It just would’ve been the first such mark on my excellent attendance record.

Not showing up for the day without calling would’ve been a big deal; they refer to that as a No Call No Show; but even that worse-case scenario wouldn’t have gotten me fired or anything like that. Besides all I had to do was call and say I couldn’t come in or say I was going to be late or just show-up late. I took pride in my near-perfect punctuality though; this is also true in real life; and didn’t want to ruin it.

I could’ve ran out of the house right then, drove fast and probably made it on time, but there was no way I was going to show up for work, around all those people; fine girls included; without at least washing my face, which wouldn’t have been a problem if I hadn’t just shaved. A full-on shower was out of the question; forget brushing my teeth; but I also wanted to wash under my arms if at possible. I simply had no time.

That is until I noticed, in what if I were a believer would’ve been an act of God, I’d gotten the time wrong. In my haste, I thought I had to be to work in about ten minutes, but another glance at the clock confirmed it was actually still 1-something, meaning I had more time than I thought. That instantly put me in manic rush mode as I rushed about, trying to cover as many of the hygienic/beauty essentials as possible.

It wasn’t until I woke up, heart still pounding and breathing heavy, that I realized it was all a dream. I was happy, or at least quite relieved, not to have to go to work today… to a job I haven’t worked in nearly five years. The house I miss though, perhaps dearly so, if only because it holds some of my most cherished childhood memories. The nostalgia is strong, but at least I get to visit it in these crazy dreams.

2024 [ April 20 ]