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Monday, September 10, 2001
So, dreams. Had some kick-ass ones in the last few days.
The one that is most recent, and, possibly the cooler of the dreams (although it could just be because I remember it a lot better) involved me in a new locale -- Chicago. Now, I've been to Chicago, but, as in all my dream locales, it has no bearing on the real place. What I Remember of The Dream I apparently said "Hi" to someone I shouldn't have, since it got me kidnapped. In a garbage truck. In with the garbage. Now, as if that wasn't crafty enough, I was moved from truck to truck like 20 times, to throw my uncle off my scent, apparently. But, he was too good for those lousy Mafioso, cuz he found me. At 56th and SW South Street. There's a restaurant there. Then I got on my scooter, and went riding to another place and hooked up with my elementary school bully. He had a kick-ass dune buggy. But, I didn't get to ride in it. Comments by: YACCS |