Tag: vehicles

a dream I had about being handed a slice of cake

I was sitting in the driver’s seat of the parked car as she; a real-life former roommate of mine; talked with her best friend outside. They were several feet away, but I could hear their conversation as she jokingly told her friend how annoying her voice was. It was at that point that, as I tried to adjust the rearview mirror to see them, the whole thing fell.

I don’t know whose janky car it was, hers or mine, but I was able to get a glance of her friend for the first time. I could tell she was light-skinned. My girlfriend was dark. That’s the first anomaly because I prefer my girls light, like her friend, and almost never date dark ones. The second and biggest anomaly is that I probably wouldn’t date this girl in particular.

She’s short and petite, which I like, so her looks would be fine if not for her skin tone, but her personality is a major turn-off. She’s the loud and ghetto type of black girl with emphasis on the word “loud”. Her voice is also annoying, gratingly so. That little comment she made about her friend’s took some audacity, which I told her when she came back to the car.

“You can’t talk about somebody’s voice being annoying,” I said, loud enough for her friend to hear, as she, standing just outside the door, handed me thru the window a slice of cake; it had nuts on it; on what seemed like a sheet of paper towel or napkin. The cake was a favorite she’d been getting from this place; I guess a local bakery; and wanted me to try.

It was tilted on the napkin, so she told me, in a stern tone as if I were a child, not to drop it. She said to hold it straight, which I did. Her bossiness is another reason I probably wouldn’t date her in real life. That same trait could be a major turn-on in the bedroom though when it comes to sadomasochistic sex fetishes, hence the word “probably”.

“They gave me this too,” she said as she showed me a small piece of the same cake on a separate napkin, “but it’s not really a lot though.” She said that last bit matter-of-factly with an almost Spanish accent. She also showed me the cotton candy she bought, which I wanted to taste more than the cake, as I pondered her getting diabetes from all that sugar.

2023 October 01

video review : Travis [ The True Story Of Travis Walton ]

video review : Travis [ The True Story Of Travis Walton ]

The title implies a full biography, but this documentary, which starts off interestingly but loses its way, is about the one thing Travis Walton is known for; his alleged alien abduction. The incident, which supposedly happened in Snowflake (Arizona) back in 1975, is presented as a True Story, but the evidence is mostly limited to eyewitness accounts from his six logger buddies.

my rating : 3 of 5

2019

a dream I had about leading the charge against a tyrannical landlady

Imagine my surprise when I came home, or went outside, to see a row of huge sinkhole-like holes in the ground just outside my apartment complex. Each hole was somewhere between three to ten feet in diameter with a car or truck parked next to it. Each vehicle belonged to a tenant who stood beside it.

I could tell by the fact that my immediate neighbor and her vehicle were beside the newest hole that I was up next. I’d gotten the word, perhaps by said neighbor, that we could have whatever came up from our hole; whatever there may have been in the soil beneath after the excavator worker did his thing.

I was somewhat excited; apparently there were valuable items underground; as I walked briskly to my car to pull it around. I was also concerned; hesitant about the fact that I didn’t want all my, or any of my, neighbors seeing what car I drove. I’m a cynical person in general and didn’t trust them.

The next thing I remember is walking back, without my car, and seeing what seemed like dozens of neighbors on the ground. They were now near the middle of the complex. The holes were in the front where the lawn met the sidewalk. They were doing push-ups. Some were past coworkers from real life.

Lisa was there along with Bernadette; both fat women; the latter of which couldn’t even raise her arms, let alone midsection, during the so-called push-ups. She humped the grass as she let out an audile grunt for each rep. I laughed and asked what they were doing. Then I “but seriously” asked them why.

They said they were told to, implying it was more of a command than a suggestion. When I asked by who, they said the landlady. “Man, fuck that bitch,” I retorted, “I thought you were talking about the governor or something.” I may have said “mayor” but meant governor. Not that I would’ve stood for it either way.

As I continued to reprehend the landlady and her authoritarian ways, the others began to express their agreement. They stopped the push-ups and sat up as the momentum of the protest built. “Remember when she said don’t stand over there in the sun,” one woman yelled, “We should all go over there right now!”

There was a roar of agreement from the crowd as they stood up and dusted themselves off. I was leading the charge, with the woman who’d just spoke out, against our tyrannical landlord. I was new there but apparently the abuse had been going on for a while. Well, it was about to end. That’s when I awoke.

2023 September 17