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a dream I had about searching my house and seeing Fat Joe

I don’t know what I was looking for. At least I don’t remember now. Whatever it was had me searching around my house; an altered version of the upstairs I used to live at. What stands out the most is the room with the short bookcase filled on at least one bottom shelf and the top with books.

They weren’t just plain paperback books but big hardcover ones with elaborate artsy, some childlike, designs and decorations. I had quite the collection with dozens of interesting ones I’d never got around to reading. Even in the dream, I was pressed for the extra time to do such things.

My search for whatever I was looking for soon brought me to a back room the real house didn’t have. It would’ve been above the downstairs back door and porch area. That’s where I saw Fat Joe; the rapper. He started to ask if he could stay the night and I stopped him to tell him he could.

“I have a list of people who can spend the night whenever they want,” I might’ve phrased it, “and you’re near the top of that list.” I honestly didn’t mind it. I actually wanted him to because before I saw him, there was an underlying fear this dream would somehow turn into a nightmare.

2024 August 22

a dream I had about visiting a brothel

I don’t know whether I thought it was a regular hotel or knew it was a brothel, but there I was, in a fancy five-star-styled suite, ready to spend the night. I must’ve been on the internet or something, but it seemed like a real-life (paper) brochure popped up out of nowhere. It was the picture on it though that made me recoil.

I literally jumped as if somebody scared me, which is basically what happened. The face on the brochure, which was supposed to be a woman, looked like a darker version of RuPaul without the makeup and wig. It was probably a man, I thought, but even if I knew it was a woman, it would’ve been a hard pass.

The hookers could apparently see our reactions live from another room because he/she (it) came out almost instantly with a look of disgust to match mine. It was apparently highly offended by my reaction to which I explained apologetically that, with so many men pretending to be woman, I couldn’t take any chances.

It left just as quick as it came, leaving me with a metaphorical bad taste in my mouth. I must’ve had my own condoms because I wasn’t really concerned about STDs, but fucking a dude wasn’t exactly on my list of things to do. I did have my camera with me though and planned to try to get a video if the girl allowed.

“The girl” ended up being the very next one to pop up on a brochure. This one looked a lot younger, a lot lighter skinned and, most importantly, a lot cuter. That last bit automatically increased the likelihood of it being a female, enough so that, even after that first scary encounter, I didn’t doubt it.

She looked like a foreign girl; one of the Asian varieties; and quite petite, which I love. I was so enamored, in fact, that, in a magical dream move, I grabbed her by the hand via brochure, which made her appear in real life but also yank her hand away in what seemed like anger. She obviously didn’t like me grabbing her hand.

Before I could wonder if that meant she was repulsed by me physically, she made it clear that I was simply going too fast. She went pass me a few feet, further into my suite, as if walking off her irritation, turned around and came back to me. “You can get it,” she said before rubbing her fingers to imply I’d have to pay.

“Of course,” I said with an exaggerated grimace before she pulled a long gun out from nowhere; it was a shotgun or rifle; and pointed it right at my face. I somehow got the hint; not that she was going to rob me but that she’d shoot me if I didn’t pay her after sex. “Damn,” I said. She laughed and put the gun down.

A maid; she was cute too; had also entered the room. She carried my stuff to the bed. I remember seeing the legs of my tripod dangling from her arms. That reminded me of the video, which I still hadn’t brought up when I awoke. Whether she agreed to let me shoot her or not, I’d like to think the night ended in a threesome.

2024 July 23

a dream I had about seeing Morrell on the bus

I don’t know what I was doing on the bus. I had a car. I even offered Morrell a ride home after he told me he still couldn’t drive. He suffered a brain injury, and almost lost his life, in a car accident several years ago and had to relearn how to do basic things most people take for granted like walking and reading. He still hadn’t relearned how to drive in the dream. That’s if he ever would.

I think I asked him how he got “here” or “there” and he told me, or implied that, he walked. It seemed to be to the high school we attended from Highland Park; about four miles. I told him that wasn’t far to me; he knew I walked a lot; to which he reminded me of his disability. That’s when I offered him the ride albeit reluctantly because I generally don’t like other people in or near my car.

He was near the front of the bus and I was closer to the back, so we’d been talking loud enough for everyone else to hear; something I would’ve hated doing, thus probably wouldn’t have done, in real life. He eventually came back to where I was; I guess he was just getting on when we saw each other; and sat just behind and across from me, where we continued our conversation.

I hadn’t seen him in years nor the friends I met thru him. “You still talk to William,” I asked. He put up his hand and did the kinda wave except here it probably meant not really. I also asked about Darius; I think that was his name but I was more certain in the dream; and I thought he said he was gay. There was a lot of noise on the bus, so I was going to ask him to repeat it when I awoke.

2024 July 21