Friday February 1, 2002 at 04:23 pm

Man talk about a wacked out dream. I don’t know if it was because of the number of hours I’ve been working and the lack of days I’ve had off, but it was definitely a weird one. Just to note, have you ever noticed that no matter how short the dream is it takes almost 3 times as long to explain it? Or maybe it’s just me, cuz I like to at least give some background as to what I was thinking in the dream. Anyway on to the show

So there I was walking down Central Ave, apparently going to lunch form a job I remember having in another dream, strange huh. I could only imagine I was walking to my car at first and then I thought maybe I don’t have a car now. It turns out, I was walking to my car, and actually I was walking to the garage where my car was park, which happened to be the Bank One Ballpark (BOB) garage. The remember wondering why I had parked my car so far away, but then it realized it was because of the amount of traffic that is out when I get off work and that it’s easier to leave form the BOB garage, than to park where I work. As I entered the garage I could hear a game in progress and decided that since tickets were only $2, I catch what I could. After about a 30 min I got up form my seat I headed to the garage to leave, all the while this seemed like my normal routine, in the dream that is, nothing out of the ordinary. As I started the car up I thought to myself “damn too bad this isn’t more like a dream, at least then I at least have the neon back”. I crept down the ramp to what seemed to be a dead end, save for some barriers, which I remember hitting when coming down the same ramp on my blades once with some friends. So has I pulled closer to see if the grandma mobile would make it through I crossed just shy of the security guard who just nodded and waved me through. However has I passed him, he motioned to a cop, to stop the group of cars surrounding me. He then motioned form everyone to go except for me. Wondering what was going on, since I sensed I was short on time to getting back to work, I opened the door and stepped out. The guard then told me I wasn’t supposed to be there and employees of my company were no longer being allowed to use the garage as of next week. I responded with “That’s fine, I’ll make sure everyone knows, by then.” The guard was about to let me go when he asked for my license, this of course peeked my curiosity, seeing as this person had no real authority over me at all. So I asked him why, and he said it “Cause I said so, don’t worry about it”. Being me of course and somewhat annoyed by this requested. I told him unless he had a valid reason for it, I wasn’t going to give it to him. He then made some sort of jester and suddenly I was standing there car-less, and him with a smirk on his face, needless to say, it didn’t stay that way long with a quick backhand.

I then found myself walking again with maybe 10 minutes to get back to work. All the while thinking how I could call and let them know what had happened. Now here’s the real kicker, I knew I had a cell phone on my hip and I kept trying to make my dream self use it, but for some odd reason I couldn’t. I even could make my dream self think about the phone and all the functions and how to use it, but no matter how hard I strained he wouldn’t use it. Let me tell you this caused a slight headache in my dream and in my sleep. So I was having fun nonetheless and wanted to continue. Since I think if I had of continued to try I’d either wake up completely or just get stuck in a loop, which really sucks.

So Now I found myself walking back up central, and passing Circles and Power 92, then I thought about playing hackey sack on the corner with Robbie, Tom, Serge, Derrick, and Tom and that’s when it hit me. I’ll call Tom and have him scoop me from work then go back to BOB and rectify this whole matter. Would you believe at that very second, my dream self finally reached down and grabbed the phone. Damn it was about time to, because it started to rain. So I called Tom and made arrangements for him to scoop me up after I got off work.

(Crazy jump to next day somehow…no I have no clue what happened the rest of the day, and turns out the next day is Saturday, mid afternoon)

So after apparently playing some racquetball with Tom I go back home and realize I have to work still, but of course no car. So we go back to BOB and turns out the lamer guard went home with my car. So I’m think “oh hell no”. Tom then called a buddy at MCI to track down his address from the phone number I grabbed off the guard shack table. So we made our way over to his house, which happened to bee my old house.

When I knocked on the door I suddenly found my self inside with all my old roommates and one of their mothers, who happened to be holding what looked like an AK-47, but unsure if it was one. Of course I asked just what the hell was going on and proceeded to have the muzzle of the rifle stuck to my temple. All I could think of this lady is truly loony and now I know where he gets his mentality. She then rounded us all up her son included and led us to the backyard, which turns out to be the backyard of the house I grew up in. She lined us up against the back fence and started walking back and forth across the length of us, speaking in broken gibberish, which of course this greatly annoyed seeing as here was this woman with a tool to take my life away who was ranting about nothing in particular. This was soon rectified as I stepped forward out of the line and began to yell at her to either make some damn sense out all this or explain her and quit wasting all our time. Once again I found the cold steel meeting my warm cranium, this time with a much more authority and the added presence of the distinct slide and click of a round being loaded. I then knew it wasn’t an AK-47 but something else, none the less it shot a bit of adrenaline through my as I slept and caused a slight bit of consciousness, enough for me to ponder the age old question. If you die in your sleep will you die in reality? Well since this was the 1^st time I’ve had the opportunity, while lucid dreaming I decided to push the theory.

I turned into the muzzle of the gun and stood there and was finally able to hear what it was she was bitching about. She was and that we all moved out of the house and that her little boy didn’t deserve something or another. Unbelievable, all this over moving out, and especially after the scam and excuses that her son pulled, I wasn’t for hearing any of it, and promptly smacked the gun out of my face. I looked at her and could see the tears starting to swell up, but I couldn’t understand why she was crying, I hadn’t actually hit her only the gun, and how can you be sad at the fact that someone just smacked the gun YOU were holding away from their face. Now she was turning red, and I don’t mean like flush red, I mean red like someone has taken a paddle to her face a few too many times red. I was almost tempted to walk closer to see exactly how red she was getting, but two things kept me from doing that. The first being she still had the gun and it was possibly loaded, and the other being I heard a familiar voice coming from the other side of the fence. The voice wasn’t directed at us but sounded as if someone were on the phone, someone I knew. I could hear the voice clearly now as it seemed to draw closer, I wondered whether I should turn and look to see just who it was that carried that familiar voice or if I should keep my eyes on the crazy woman with the gun.

I figured if she was actually going to shoot me she would have done so and decide to turn and look. Strangely enough even though I was at my adult height now I was still unable to look over the fence it was as if as I got closer it grew to match the perspective I used to have over it. As stepped up onto the 1^st step and peered over the house I notice that the house wasn’t the same one that was there when I was growing up, and as matter of fact I had never seen the house before. Nonetheless I saw what looked like a girl my age in a bikini holding a towel talking on a cell phone. She looked directly at me and I at her but was unable to make out the face. As I started to call her name and tell her their was a crazy woman with a gun she started walking towards me, even though she was 3 feet away I still couldn’t make out the face, but I knew the voice. Her face didn’t quite come in to focus until the crazy mother popped her head over the fence and started talking to her. I was bewildered, she knew her, and they sat and talked like they were old friends, how this came to be, I have no clue, but they also knew the same mutual friends I knew, and then they both looked at me. I didn’t look at the crazy woman but I didn’t sit and stare at whom I could now see was, Cassie, damn talk about a shocker. As I looked at her facial features went from carefree to concerned as if she was truly concerned as to what this woman could possibly do. I have to say it felt comforting, and confusing at the same time. We chatted for a bit nothing really in particular, almost as if nothing was really going on around us, until of course the crazy lady, popped her head next to time and told me to kiss her goodbye, since it would be the last time I saw her. I sat for a moment and looked into her blue eyes, I guess I sat too long as I felt my hair be tugged sharply pulling me back to the ground. This prompted me to spin around and smack her hands off of me, if it’s one thing I can’t stand is be touched by an unwanted presence. As she used the muzzle to prod me back towards the house I turned to see Cassie still looking, yet not saying anything.

Damn, this dream was starting to really suck, without any input from my consciousness. I walked into the house to what used to be our old dinning room and sat with everyone else, as the one roommates deranged mother went again on a battering rant about this and that, finally Sean told her to shut the hell up, I laughed and told her “Damn, he said wipe your chin, granny!” Hey if I’m a smart ass in real life might as well be one in my dreams right. She then let the gun droop to her side and hang from its shoulder strap. At first I thought this was reassuring, but then again, I thought that I wouldn’t have a chance to see what she would do. So then said none of this would have happened if we would have just sat down and talked, then going into some psychoanalysis of boys versus girls stating that girls talk boys just fight or run. No one said anything, I looked outside and could still see Cassie sitting there, propped up against the fence in a silver bikini, the sun was shimmering off it as it slowly started to set in the distance, reflecting deep reds and oranges across the yard and through the glass door, hitting the chandelier and sending a myriad of colors dancing across the glass table. I didn’t want to be inside now; I wanted to be outside in the fresh air with the natural light, not some wannabe 70’s reject chandelier light, I wanted to talk to Cassie, this was boring me, and decided I wasn’t going to actually give this idiot anymore of my time or attention. I stood up to walk out, and as I did she became startled, almost charged with energy, more than before, like a crack head with a mission, I didn’t care though. As I walked out the door, I stopped and told her, boys don’t always have to talk, sometimes they just know. That’s what we did it, we knew and for those that didn’t, maybe they were part of the problem, thus we didn’t care. I paused for a moment, “people grow part, nothing last forever”, and then walked out the door. As I stepped out I could see there was a small smile on Cassie’s face, and then a look of terror, without even looking I knew it was her. I thought if I only had my gun, I could end this, if I run maybe she’ll miss. Push it see what she does. So I continued to head to the fence, just as a neared it and leapt up to the bottom support brace to meet her face-to-face, her eyes widened. She reached forward to place a hand behind my neck, and has she did, I felt her grip tightened, as she did the shots rang out and I tensed my back up waiting to feel the 1^st hit. Nothing happened, at first I thought she just had blanks, until I turned and saw the cloud of dust rising from the dirt in front of her, damn maybe she was keeping it real like that. I turn to Cass and then turned back to see her now fumbling with the bolt to the gun. It had jammed. I turned back to Cass and kissed her on the cheek, I didn’t have to say anything, she knew what was up, stepping of the fence and turning toward the crazy mother, as I hit the ground she un-jammed to gun with the assistance of some over grown lackey. Oh well if it hit the fans then so be it, besides this is only a dream, right.

Walking toward what could possibly be the last thing I’d ever see, all I could really think of is why the hell is Cassie in my dream, of all the people, why is she in it. I actually stopped and pondered this as to why my subconscious conjured up her image instead of anyone else. I couldn’t think of anything recently happening that would have made me think of Cassie probably in over a month, and as a matter of fact I haven’t really thought of Cassie in anyway in quite some time, so her being there really puzzled me, but there was really nothing much I could do. Okay I take that back I could stop this whole thing and rewind it and try and force someone else in her place, but that would take way to long to do, and I felt the morning starting to creep in. This wasn’t going to last much longer and I wanted to see it through. Switching back to my dream, I continued to walk, no more than 2 steps and the I could feel the bullets breeze by, she yelled out “You think I won’t do it don’t? I’ll do it, damn you, you didn’t have to do what you did, and everything would have been fine, we all would have been happy”. She was pissing me off now, beyond the normal level of irritance, and the fact that dirt and twigs were flying up from the ground and impairing my vision was getting really annoying. I looked down again just to make it was from the bullets and I could see each one hit in slow motion. I guess they weren’t blanks. I slowly took my eyes from the ground just as I saw a straight line of bullets coming at me as the hit the ground in front of my feet, instinct told me to stop, I didn’t want to though, and just as I stepped into it’s path the last one hit the ground. “Aaarrgh, unreal”, this dream was pissing me of way to much, too much of it was just out there, and unexplained, unlike any of the others, none of it made sense, and I was now way to exhausted to try and figure it out. Screw this dream, reality would be much more entertaining at this point.

Now here I am recanting my evenings events, tired as I can be…*yaaaaawwwwwnnnnnn*