i had the strangest dreams last night- i drove up jackie's driveway and saw my car and said "oh yeah, thats where i left it", and this teenager from my coffee shop, alyssa, was there, with her green hair and stoned look- i dont remember anything else,but it was odd....then i was trying to park my car on coventry but the bank parking lot was now grass with white stripes and i thought "wow, closing arabica killed this place!" and i walked to the old mcdonalds on lee (now a thai place), and jackie was telling this guy pete manista (who was a guy i cut classes and got high with in high school and then later was the manager at arabica on fairmount circle where i would sit, do homework and smoke cigarettes all day...he and i got in this huge fight one morning, and i ended up quitting so i wouldnt have to see him anymore- it will be five years on may 30)anyhow, pete was a cop in the dream and his walkie talkie thing kept going off, and jackie was telling him that he shouldnt take the ink cartridge out and then smoke pot out of plastic pens because it gives you ulcers on your lungs....whats with all this imagery, huh? cars, cigarettes, stoners...i guess it may be working with teens is finally bringing up some of my old stuff...
strange, strange night
Song of the day: i smoke alot- k's choice
3 comments:
How did you drive to Jackie's without your car? : )
The coventry dream must have been just a truth aspect - so true, so true - either that or you're just getting back to nature, with a little industrialism mixed in?? he he
Odd dream - I liked it!
i havent figured out how i drove to jackies without my car yet...and the other dream was actually laden with sumbolism....pete manista was one of my drug dealers in high school (oy) and then he was managing the arabica at fairmount circle five years ago, and we got in a fight, and i used my anger at him as an excuse to quit smoking cigarettes...and it has been five yearts since i smoked on may 30 2002...
OK - I just realized that part of that was in brackets, but it's ok. If that was the excuse to get you to quit smoking, then I, in a round about way, thank him for making you angry. Yea no smoking!!!! Get mad at me and in five years you'll realize that you are curse word free. : )
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