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Last night was a bad night. I had 3 fucked up the dreams. I can't for the life of me remember the first one. But the second one caused me to wake up in the middle of the night, something I haven't done in a while.
Setting: Steve, Nic, Drew, and Marcus' apartment
Characters: Me, Drew, Nic, Steve, and random people
So we were all over at the apartment and the first thing I can remember is there being a party. With about 10 people. The only people I recognized were Drew and Nic. So I look over at Drew after surveying the sea of people and I say to him "Honey, why are we having a party at 4am?" He replies, "Oh _______'s girlfriend is gonna get naked!" So I'm like "Sweet". Then Steve appears and he says to the group "Who wants to go "downstairs"? and about 5 or 6 people get up and go downstairs. I stayed up stairs and hung out with Drew some more. After about what seemed to be the equivalent of about 10 minutes in Dream World, I say to Drew, "I'm going downstairs". He says "Okay". I kiss him good bye. I start heading towards the stairs when I get this GREAT idea. Oh, let's run down the hallway, down the stairs, and do a side slide in to the garage! (Keep in mind the garage floors are linoleum and probably waxed). So that's exactly what I did. And let me tell you it was awesome! Like, fucking "Risky Business" Style. So as I make my entrance, Steve goes "There you are". So I take my place at the circle and let the fun begin! After my hit, I booked it back upstairs to hang out with my man. Again, DreamLand's 10 minutes equivalent after that, I remember, "Oh yeah, my hit!". So wash, rinse, repeat. Afterwards, Drew and Nic and I are walking out side. Now, this is where it gets weird. It's his apartment, but it's on MY street. So we're walking up the street and about 50 or so yards from the top, I see something in the sky. It's a truck. With a ladder on it. It's getting closer. And closer, very slow-like. Then it ends up crashing about 15 feet in front of us. Then, all of a sudden, we're launched up in the air by an unseen force, in the direction of the utility truck. Out of my left ear, I hear this high-pitched squeal, as some unsee object whizzes by my ear. I stare straight ahead, eyes focused on the utility truck, limbs flailing about like a fish out of water, and then I see it. A white plastic lawn chair is heading straight for us at an alarming speed. When it's about no more than 5 feet in front of my face I wake up.
I wake up at roughly 6am. I sit straight forward and hyperventilate. Drew puts his arm around me and rubs my shoulder. I was afraid to go back to sleep. But I told myself I couldn't just stay up, that's torture. So I force myself to go back to sleep.
I end up doing so.
Second Dream is as follows:
Setting: Random restaurant/train station/my neighbor Bob and Sandy's House.
Characters: Me, Drew, random people from Rocky, Sandy, Bob, my mom.
Okay, so I only remember bits and pieces of this story, so bear with me. For some reason, me and a few people I know from Rocky are hanging out in this restaurant thing. I decide to wander in to a side room. I go in, as my curiosity is very massive. It's this place and there's a TV in there. It has on it some very strange rendition of Rocky Horror Picture Show, with a few famous people, I can't remember who though. I alert the group, "Hey guys, come see this!" So the pile into the store and watch it for a little while. Then someone said "This sucks". I heard mutters of agreements, and everyone walked out.
End of Act One
So Drew and I are walking to this train station of sorts. But when we approach it, we find that there's a bunch of different trains! There's the equivalent to Amtrak and a Sprinter. We scout out the area and look in them and watch people and stuff. Their color scheme was white and orange. I disapproved.
End of Act II
Next, I'm in my neighbor Bob and Sandy's house. I'm hanging out and talking with them. In real life, they have just recently remodeled their pool out back. I haven't seen it yet. So in my dream, I ask to see it. It was gorgeous. Slides, little lagoon things, jacuzzi. Awesome. So fast forward a little later, I decide to brush my teeth. Don't ask. Fast forward, I'm sitting in a chair and I'm having this sensation which I cannot describe, nor can I remember. The only thing I do remember about it though was my bottom teeth being forced up underneath my top teeth. This causes my tooth to get insanely loose. I mean, we're talking by a thread (The whole getting loose teeth thing. Yeah, reoccurring theme in my dreams). So I start to panic and try to hold my tooth in place, as if somehow that would fix the tooth. Then, it starts to fall apart. Me being the dumbass I am, start to break pieces free. They were exactly like fingernail clippings. (Creepy, right?) I peel it off until there is nothing more to peel. I sincerely freak out and race to the bathroom to survey the damage. My tooth was nothing but a nub and dark grey. I mutter obscenities to myself and leave the bathroom. I go over to my mom who is sitting on a couch in the back room and I smile and say to her "Notice anything different?"
And then I wake up. At roughly 10am.
Crazy, right?
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