dream
ha! you read the title and thought 'hey another poem'. well you were wrong. not a poem. instead just a depressing recounting of a dream i had two nights ago.
now you know this had to have affected me at least a bit if i remember it two days after i had it. i was sitting on the back of a city bus, a la the graduate, when i noticed that every few stops a friend of mine would get on. not just people i hang out with now, but everyone that i've ever called my friend within the past twelve years, even you know who. the bus wasn't full or anything, but there were quite a few people there, which made me feel good. what was also cool was the fact that the friends that had any sort of falling out were being friendly to each other, as if they had actually forgiven each other for whatever they were mad about. it was generally a very nice dream, but there was something wrong.
i was at least halfway aware during this dream, and there was one thing i was thinking the entire time. there is no way in hell this would ever happen. too much animosity, too many miles, not enough time. just wishful thinking on the part of my sub conscience. it was a very bittersweet dream. sigh.....
Posted by cainnum at 2:41 PM
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You know who? Who is it? I don't know...I feel left out. Last night I dreamed that I drove into a swimming pool (I was backing up...and I SWEAR it wasn't there when I started backing). I struggled and eventually escaped from the car, and as I was breathlessly crawling over the pool side, I saw someone I know in front of me. The person leaned out as if to help, but inadvertantly pushed me back in (this part was kind of hectic, so I'm not sure of the details...but I'm positive me being pushed back in wasn't malicious or anything). The first time it was my brother, but it happened over and over again, and each time it was someone new. Hmmm...when I was thinking about this, it seemed like a weird little dream, but as I write it, it seems vaguely ominous. Eeek...I creeped myself out...uh...gotta go.
you know who = clint. your dream is way more creepy than mine.
Oh. Duh. I left myself out by being dumb. :) And the creepy dream is behind me...last night it was back to the good ole Pirate Dream. Arrg! I LOVE being a PIRATE!
I'm sure I've probably told everyone this story, but it's my favorite dream story:
One time I dreamt I was on the cast of Head of the Class. The dream lasted for over a year. I was there when the teacher changed from the WKRP guy to Billy Connolly. We did dozens of specific episodes. Then, I was kicked off the show. The principal from the show took me out for a walk and explained that my acting was fine but my grades weren't cutting it. I tried to protest that it was just a school, that those tests we were taking were fake. It turned out they were real.
Have you guys seen www.slowwave.com ? It's a webcomic where the guy makes comics out of dreams submitted by readers. Their all in different drawing styles; one might look like Archie comics, and the next the characters all look like the Simpsons.
OMG. slowwave is awesome. so weird and funny. the art reminds me of american splendor a little. the bob crumb version anyway.
i was going to make that joke earlier loren. thanks for stepping in and taking a geek bullett for me.
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