So there have been a lot of extremely weird dreams in the past two days, while I've got the flu and a fever. Most I don't even remember now, but I figured I'd write down the ones I do. Joy for the flu and fevers.
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The first one basically involves me being a guy. It's around Christmas time. I'm at a relative's house, it's about a week or so before Christmas I guess. I've got a little sister, she's around 14 or so. I'm about 25-26. I gave her one of her Christmas presents early and she basically is like... "Oh... that's..... nice........ thanks..." And I was kind of upset that she didn't like my present and my cousins or whatever were like laughing their asses off saying I'm a crappy big brother and she's a teenager now she doesn't want dolls and shit. And I was like dude.. no.. she's only 14. But.. I gave in, and got her like some makeup stuff and clothes and I figured fuck it if that's what she really wants then fine. But then I caught here with one of the neighbor boys fucking in the garage and I was like ohmygawd no, you're not getting makeup you're too irresponsible to wear that shit, you're just a kid and blah blah blah. I went off for like ever in the dream about it then finally woke up. Kind of bizarre and pointless.. whatever.
Then there was another dream before that, that I don't remember any details about, except that it involved a school.
Today... there was this one dream. I was with my dad.. and I had a baby. And we were with another family, but we were on the run from something. All stowed away in the back of this semi that Dad was driving. And we were going through Memphis. Right before we hit the old Memphis bridge, Dad swerved and hit this patch of mud and the semi went rolling tumbling crashing and we're like all shaken up. Get out of the semi and I'm sobbing because the baby is screaming and flailing and we have to keep running and other things happened but I don't remember now. I don't know what we were runnning from either.
After that was... I was being taken on a tour of this school. There were somewhat normal classes for the younger elementary students, but everything, every class is more directed towards a profession instead of general studies. There's one cafeteria for the normal younger students, then there's a separate cafeteria for the older "special" students. We were allowed to smoke down there. They ordered out for food, like pizza or Chinese, etc. So then I resume the touring of the classes, and I remember there's one class that's like for.. journalism or something. Creative writing, photography.. things you have to know to work on a newspaper. And then there's the music class.
The music teacher was this older guy.. he reminds me of the.. one actor, from the movie about the communist painter from Mexico. Frida was the movie, about Frida Kahlo and her husband Diego Rivera, played by Alfred Molina. And I'm not sure why that's important but I felt the need to write it down. At any rate, he's like teaching them how to set up a stage, and wire things, and tune guitars, and hook up the amps etc. And he like stops what he's doing and tells the class that I'm there for a demonstration. He basically bends me over, undresses me, puts me over this.. platform thing with one of the wedge cushions and fucks the hell out of me. Right there. And afterwards he's like grinding against me and stuff and nudging my ass with his cock and like.. I don't know, something came out and it was embarassing and he's like.. you didn't even make any noises and that just.. ok.. And he gives me a towel to clean up with, and he's explaining about.. this happens for this reason, and this is the result of that.. and it was like I was a demonstration on how to have sex. So then.. we both got dressed and I joined the class and we went back to learning.
It was so fucked up, gawd.
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I hate having dreams like this, when I'm sick. Fevers result in such fucked up dreams.
Saturday, December 16, 2006
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