* starting to go for a walk near my parents house. it's cold. it's like a little swamp. moss is hanging from trees, and there's bright colored leave resting on the face of the water. the sky is a soft pink glow. there's little pathways in between the water. it reminds me of the japanese gardens in portland. there's couple walking near me. i'm getting a massage in a few hours i decide that i can't go for a walk cause i'll be stressing the whole time about being late for my appointment. a little later i'm getting a ride to ten thousand waves from these old people. jett was going to drive me, but couldn't for some reason. so i get stuck with these geezers. the man who's driving looks like the creep in slither. Michael Rooker. he is driving around in circles downtown! near my work. i'm trying to tell him that i know how to get there and if he'd only listen that we could get there. he wont pay me any attention. i'm becoming increseingly late for my relaxation. i go berserk! i start yelling and screaming at the old bird. i call him every name in the book and try to impress upon him how fucking stupid he is. why is he even driving me? they aint from around here. i'm so angry i could pop an eyeball. finally when we are near the old location of the comic book store i convince him to let me out so i can walk back to work. he agrees it might be better if i walk back. ( he has no idea where blue monkey is!) the old comic book building is filled with nifty shops. this includes the building on the corner. i'm still enraged, and don't go into any of the clothing shops.
i've never experienced so much hatred in a dream before. i understand that i'm mad at the man for not listening to me. that it's so simple and he won't shut the fuck up and drive. but why in the dream, am i not angry at jett for not driving me? is he not supposed to? do i just assume that in waking life? who's fault is it really? is it mine for leaning on other people for help?
* being in a movie theater, the movie has just ended and people are getting up and leaving. many people are talking to each other. who am i there with? the theater doesn't have any slop to it at all. there's this kid a few rows ahead of me with an old fashioned camera. his trying to hide that he's taking photos of me. he does this by trying to stay low. he is also trying to make it look like he's taking photos of the people around me. he keeps slithering over seats coming closer to me. i'm looking away, pretending not to notice. when he is sitting in the seat directly in front of me. i turn to him and say ' you can take my picture if you want' he smiles at me in shock. i try to give him my number, but numbers make less sense when you are dreaming. his mother is behind me. they are french, and have a phone that can only be called with a french area code, yet it's in town. so, i'm wanting him to call me. i'm also kinda trying to see if this is okay with his mom. he's like my age or a little bit younger. he's really cute. i think i'm smitten with him.
it's interesting to have two dreams in the same night that give two completely different feelings. in the first dream i'm mad as hell. in the second one, it's all i've been wishing for. this magical boy that wants to adore me.
* i'm in a porn shop. the back in filled with exotic amfibinans. there's a bunch of snake or eel heads in a basket. they are black and scaly. they are looking at me. what happens?
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