Weird (Dec 7, 2007)

Current mood:blah

So seriously... Weirdest dream I've had in a while....

Somehow, I was living out at my Mom's house aain and my brother and one of his friends was out there and they had driven this PIMP-ass truck. Like WOW aweome. And they went to sleep, so I took off in the truck. I had Trish with me. Don't know why. And for whatever reason, I went out to Hopkins' parent's house, where Josh was. He and I hung out for a while and had a great time. It was awesome.  And I'm not sure what part this fits into, but at some point, I was at work in a small gas station and he showed up to hang out a bit and my manager wasn;t havin' it. She kept getting pissed off and telling him to leave, which, really only provoked him to be an asshole. Lol. Eventually she threatened to call the cops on him and he was leaving and I got pissed about it and walked out on my job. We went to HIS house, where he lived with that stupid Renee girl, who was off at work. Trash passed out in the living room and Josh and I went into the bedroom and were playing video games and talking and whatever. We got to goofing around and I believe I was giving him a Zerbert (that would be where you pin sdomeone down and blow a raspberry on whatever patch of exposed skin you can find. Generally the tummy.) when Renee unexpectedly comes in early from work. She of course, flipse the fuck out and hits Josh, which is about when I flip out and beat the ever-living crap out of her. As I'm calmly explaining that Josh isn't cheating on her. Well, after bloodying her up real good, I figure my cue to leave had since passed, so I grabbed Trash by the feet and dragged her outside, caveman style, and threw her in the back of the truck. We took off and were driving home and I was driving down 10th street here in town. At the golf course by Quail run, for those of you that live here or know where I'm talking about, I took a right. For those of you that don't, that should have taken me DIRECTLY to the hospital. Instead, it took me through a giant scary-ass cemetary. It was dark out and I didn't have my head lights on. I kept seeing like, flashes out of the corners of my eyes and couldn't figure out what they were and then I figured out how to turn my lights on, and it was the lights from the car in front of me's lights reflecting off of THOUSANDS of tombstones. Well, I thnk to myself that if I keep going, I'll eventually find the exit, but I am SO wrong. What I came to instead was a dead end and a cultist meeting place thing. The cultists were all sorostitutes and frat dudes. It was straaaaange. I hightailed it out of there. At some point in the dream, the bad-ass truck got towed (very specifically by Ronnies BodyShop.) and I was panicy about being in deep shit. I can't remember how I got it back, either.

Anyway, I got woke up and remembered this and it was weird, so I blogged it before I forgot it all. That being said and done, I'm going back to bed for a few hours. Cheers!