RockAss.net; Dreams

Just your basic dream journal. I will attempt to record all of my dreams here, no matter how mundane or humiliating they may be.
Keep in mind, I wake up and crawl to the computer and write these before coffee, tea or anything so yeah, they're a mess. Enjoy.

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Monday, December 10, 2007

1) Nicole's parents
I show up at Nicole's sister's apartment. Nicole = highshcool girlfriend who I'm totally out of touch with now. I'm surprised upon visiting her sister to discover that she is there also. And then I'm further surprised to see that her parents are there. Nicole's parents once read her diary and found out she gave me a blowjob. I was never quite comfortable with them after that, despite the fact that frequently intoxicated mom was sure I was Jesus Christ and then some, the genius of my generation. No, really, the lady was quite impressed with me for some reason. So, back to the dream. I hem and ha over Nicole's mother as I never expected to see her again. I ask that they take a pictre of us together, I insist even. Only later do I remember that Nicole's mother is dead. I realize with horror that I fussed over and even posed for a picture with the widowers NEW wife, embarrassing myself and really driving home the fact that he married a woman that looked exactly like his first wife. I'm relieved when I wake up, just to be free of the awkwardness. Then I remember that Nicole's father died last year.

2) Sexually Harassing Zombie
It's zombie hollocaust time again and as of late my zombie dreams involve rebuilding society in the suburbs. Bryna and I find a small gated community and a couple has a zombie head that they're taking out to the trash. They invite us in. The zombie's body is twitching in the kitchen, all wrapped up in black garbage bags. This is unusual, the zombies in my dreams usually follow the rules; no head, no move. Ah well, I help the couple take out the trash and we close up the doors. I think there's a visit from some older guy who is a busy body at leat, but may be in some position of authority, either assumed or granted. Then it's just hanging out with this nice couple who remind me a bit of my cousin Isa and her husband. It's pleasant hanging out. A zombie walks by and he's really tall. He comes to the glass door and he's covered in blood. He can talk! He's got a dirty mouth and mostly talks about Bryna's body parts. We all just stare at him as a curiosity. We'll have to kill him, but it's just another chore, not a big deal at all.

3) Mom and Spider
We're at mom's, the family, not all of us, but a good sized crowd. There's a spider on the carpet. Bryna says it's the bad kind, not good to get bit by. Mom is not afraid and is trying to make the spider eat a smaller bug. She pushes the spider around with her finger and has no fear of it. (In real life, NO WAY.)
The spider then flattens out on the ground, and spreads out, transforming into a large flat disc. The flat spider disc eats the bug.

4) Bryna smoking
I hear bryna tearing coupons on the back porch. Bryna used to hang out on the back porch when she smoked. I push my head agains the screen until it stretches enough for me to see that she is smoking. I walk out on the porch and catch her smoking. I'm very upset. I ask her how long. She says a few weeks. I'm mad that she didn't tell me. I go inside. I come out again, I take her soft back of camels which are sitting on the steps a few steps down and I tear them up and throw them. She gets up to walk away from me. I think of all the ways I could have responded. She's mad at me, I want to talk, I want to make her go back to not smoking, I'm asking her if she's walking somewhere to talk or trying to walk away. She's really mad. I want to do the right thing and be the good guy but I'm mad and don't feel like she should be mad and I wake relieved that it's not real and I take a minute to shake it off and I wrap around my nonsmoking sweetie and go back to sleep.

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