Early this morning, I dreamt of a toilet, backed up because it was full of random accumulated garbage, just soaking in the water. And I looked at it for a while. And then I dug in with both hands and started clearing it out.
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You forgot one part. The announcer guy who says from nowhere, 'This dream brought to you by J. Bizzle and viewers like you.'
Crfazy. I had a dream last night too, albeit not a toilet one.
I dreamt that myself and a small male person (possibly my child?) had to walk along Highway 80 from my parents' house to Phenix City for some reason of which I am not now aware. It was early morning, and it stayed early morning for hours. Along the way we met a thug-type dude with low-rider pants. He tried to sell back to me a copy of a CD that, unknown to me, he had pickpocketed just seconds earlier. I pointed out that the CD was not his and requested that he just give it back to me, since it didn't belong to him to begin with. For no good reason the thug-type dude acquiesced, embarassed (he had a posse of thug-type dudes who gave him a hard time). The ambiguous kid/small-person and I continued down Highway 80, considered turning back, did turn back, realized that turning back would cost us more time than it would save us, turned back again, and eventually arrived, still in early morning. There were lots of folks milling about at the end of Highway 80; kind of resembled a toned-down recess for adults. But Phenix City was only one stop in the trip, so I kept pressing on. Looked back, couldn't see the small person. Did see thug-type dude, with posse (and switchblades!) advancing through the crowd of adults. Dream ended with thug-type dude menacingly flipping knife while I shout at him 'What the fuck are you doing? What the fuck are you doing?'
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Date: 2006-03-29 03:09 pm (UTC)You forgot one part. The announcer guy who says from nowhere, 'This dream brought to you by J. Bizzle and viewers like you.'
Crfazy. I had a dream last night too, albeit not a toilet one.
I dreamt that myself and a small male person (possibly my child?) had to walk along Highway 80 from my parents' house to Phenix City for some reason of which I am not now aware. It was early morning, and it stayed early morning for hours. Along the way we met a thug-type dude with low-rider pants. He tried to sell back to me a copy of a CD that, unknown to me, he had pickpocketed just seconds earlier. I pointed out that the CD was not his and requested that he just give it back to me, since it didn't belong to him to begin with. For no good reason the thug-type dude acquiesced, embarassed (he had a posse of thug-type dudes who gave him a hard time). The ambiguous kid/small-person and I continued down Highway 80, considered turning back, did turn back, realized that turning back would cost us more time than it would save us, turned back again, and eventually arrived, still in early morning. There were lots of folks milling about at the end of Highway 80; kind of resembled a toned-down recess for adults. But Phenix City was only one stop in the trip, so I kept pressing on. Looked back, couldn't see the small person. Did see thug-type dude, with posse (and switchblades!) advancing through the crowd of adults. Dream ended with thug-type dude menacingly flipping knife while I shout at him 'What the fuck are you doing? What the fuck are you doing?'