The Mall is a F'd up Place

So, this is what 6a.m. is like? Not very exciting. Good day for the blog though. I went into the bathroom to check the 'fro and it's a wild one. The picture doesn't really get the full effect. Coffee is in hand and I think I've got a good idea of what that last dream was about.

Seems I was headed to the mall, what looked, or was supposed to be one of the local malls. Spooky dream world ambiance here. Night time with a weird greenish/blue glow all around. So, I'm driving and noticing that they've been real busy adding on to the mall, saw a really cool looking theatre outside the mall, lots of pretty trees, everything seemed new and clean. Upon getting to the actual mall area, I soon realized that I had not pulled into a parking deck but the mall itself. Doh! I quickly did a U turn and drove out of the mall. Seems nobody noticed. Whew! Off I went to the parking deck. It was dark, dirty; the kind of parking deck you don't want to be in late at night. I decided to park as close to the entrance as possible. However, this was an expensive proposition, as each parking spot was labeled with a price painted on the ground. I decided to park in a spot that was around $120. Seems good spots have their price! I don't recall the walk from the car to the entrance, but I do recall going into the mall. If the outside of the mall looked Utopian, the inside of the mall was something out of RoboCop. Dirty white tiles, trash on the floor, but I kept walking. Once through the entrance/lobby area, the mall took on more normal features. Clean, well lit, lots of shops and what not. Quickly I realized that I didn't want to be at the mall and had no reason to be there. I turned around and headed back out. This is the weird part. Back in the rundown entrance area, a naked street urchin type man approached me. It was obvious he was hurting for a fix of something. He asked me for some pot and I told him I didn't have any. Then I saw somebody behind him, another person with a camera. This person was snapping pictures of the homeless guy. Maybe that's not too weird, but I can't really describe what that guy looked like. It's hard to convey these images at times, but I have an imprint in my mind, creepy. That's all I remember. Overall, I'd say it was a good one; not frightening, just weird at times.

TGIF! I wish everyone an excellent weekend.

Double Edged Sword

Hell yea suckas! I got my coffee! This really has really started the day off right; not soo much profanity this morning. Once again I've overslept; this is getting out of control. My sleep pattern has gotten screwed up as of late and I've got to fix it. This is a double edged sword though, as I have my best dreams if I sleep in and they're easier to recall. Bead head wasn't soo good/bad this morning. I am seeing a pattern though; seriously, look at all that blue stuff, shirt, towel, shower curtain. . .need to get some other colors out of the closet.

Yea, well it was bound to happen sooner or later; the sex dream. I'll spare the intimate details on this one. It was fun though, my paramour was a crazy girl that I dated about 3 years ago, she was all about some s-e-x. Had to let her go after she started throwing rocks at my windows, climbing up on my back porch; all at 3 am. Oh well. Let's see what the book says. . .seems dreaming about a pleasurable sexual experience denotes happiness and contentment in your personal relationships. That's cool, I did have a really good day yesterday, in that I didn't have to deal with any assholes or negative type folks. Everybody I ran into yesterday was in a good mood, gotta love those days. I'll have to shoot for two days in a row.

Guess, I'll keep it brief, I'm already late as it is. I don't know if any of you guys are following my orders on spreading joy in the world. That's okay if you don't. I'm not going to force you to do anything. I on the other hand will strive to do my best! Oh, and this CD I got from Itunes, rocks. It's 70's porno music! Rock on people!

My Very Own Vomiting Alarm Clock

Errrrr. I am awake, I think. Thank god for Wednesdays! I really don't have to do too much at work on Wednesdays; I get to sleep in!

It's soo pleasant to be awoken by the sound of your cat vomiting in the other room, then, once the hack n' yack is done, he prances into your room, hops on the bed and proceeds to go to work on your foot, clawing and biting! Thanks John Lee you're such a great roommate. I thought I'd add a shot of him today as he seems to be getting in on the process as well. He likes to watch me type, though I have a suspicion that he's just lusting after my hands, wanting to eat them for breakfast.

Oh, the sun is out! I hate waking up, knowing that the sun should be up and it's all greay and overcast(that's how I spell 'grey' or 'gray', deal with it). Things are spiralling out of control here. I failed, again, to obtain coffee and milk yesterday. This has got to be done today, I had to resort to the last of my sweet tea; that'll have to go on the list too. Might as well get that dream book too while I'm at it. I've got too many gift cards to use. I mean really, I'm going to have to set aside a day where I pile up all my gift cards and drive all over town shopping. I hate that feeling of walking in to a store and having to spend money.

I cannot remember any dreams this morning, I feel bad about that, but not really. I just enjoy my dreams soo much, they're like watching TV. Everyday can't be perfect I suppose. Why am I covering my face? Shit, I don't know; I'm trying to be as spontaneous as possible with the photos. So, if I can't remember any dreams. . .I'll tell you about. . . yea, uh, I got nothing. Let's all go out there and make somebody feel special today. It's not hard to do, just say something nice, "Wow, you look great today." for example. While you're at it, say a prayer for me, I've got to get that coffee. . .

Celebrity Death Match

Brrr, little nippy this morn'. Okay, I think the routine is starting to come together. Wake up, pee, make/start coffee, take photo, obtain coffee, activate pc. If you read yesterday's entry, I mentioned that sometimes I have 'movie' quality dreams. Well, that's what I had this morning. I only recall the end of it. Let's see, I was at my dad's house and had seemingly pissed him off. He was trying to chase me around the ground floor of the house. Being the clever person I am, I was able to get behind him and just follow him from room to room without being spotted. This didn't last long, I started giggling at my father's incompetence at tracking me. That's about the part he found me. What a confrontation it was, we came around the same corner, just from opposite sides, so we were standing in front of each other:

Dad-"Gotcha!"

Me- "So, what are you gonna do?" still giggling

Dad- raises pistol, little James Bond type gun

Me- taken aback, "Uh, you do know that those aren't very accurate?"

Dad- with sarcasm "Oh, really?"

Me- "Yup."

That's all we said, I turned around and proceeded to walk out the back door. A shot was fired, but guess what, it missed. Like I said, those little pistols aren't very accurate; especially in the hands of incompetent fathers. The back yard just happened to be the same as my grandfather's(paternal, go figure). I sat down at the table and proceeded to fire up my laptop so I could listen to some tunes on the house's sound system. That's when my step mom came outside and sat down. To my surprise, it was Julia Louise Dreyfus(Seinfeld) as my step mom. I proceeded to tell her that the speakers on the back of the house sucked and she replied that it was just that crappy music I listen to. And. . . .scene! That's all I remember. My dad was also played by a pseudo-famous actor, I just don't know his name.

Irony, what a concept! Here I am, a guy that's in and out of grocery stores all day, and I cannot remember to pick up coffee and milk. The two things I told myself to pick up yesterday. I am forced to drink this vanilla rum shit that i accidentally bought a while back because it looks just like my normal bag of beans. Ugh! I got a gift cert. for Barnes and Nobull for my b'day; I think I'm gonna get a book on dreams so I can try to get a handle on what these dreams are all about. For entertainment purposes only, books are not therapists! Hmmmm, what if books were the rapists? Stay safe out there and try to smile from time to time.

Plastic Paris

Hmmm, yea so day one or morning number one. It's Monday and to top it off it's going to rain today. I forgot to just lie there when i woke up so as to recall all that i dreamed about. I can only recall bits and pieces, a general theme really. I was in a back yard with some other parents, which is the next thing, apparently I had a child at some point last night! The only image that I can remember is one of a plastic Eiffle tower, oh about 4 feet tall. Seems my 'dream baby' likes to play in it. Ha! That's why I said that! When I awoke, at the time I couldn't understand why, I said aloud, "How am I going to get that fucking thing in the car?!" The 'child' was never seen, I just got the feeling that I had one. Funny, sometimes that's all I can remember about my dreams, feelings, themes or ideas. Other times it's like watching a movie and I can remember too much. Oh, this is fucking great, the 'italics' is still on and I cannot undo it! Ah, got that, thanks brain, just have to press ctrl-i again, nice. I need some coffee. . . .