Tales from the sun chaser.

I remember walking through a caravan of seemingly connected motor homes...the really super expensive ones. We arrived at a stop, and I think everyone started playing basketball. D was there....we talked, but not that much. Eventually I decided to explore a bit.

I found myself in a waiting area. Some sort of office...maybe school hospital. It could have been anything. There was this one girl there.....

The scene changed...I was in the car with her. Pretty sure her kid was in the back seat. Pretty sure she wanted to fuck me. We kissed (usually this serves as a great RC, but everything felt real. other than how the scene changes slightly or how I notice things when my eyes close and open, I can't really explain it) I went for the gusto and and started caressing her right breast. I'd say she was like at 32 B...ugh so perfect. I grabbed her hand and moved it directly to my crotch. Her hands traveled the length of it, and she gave it a squeeze once she reached the tip. She made a comment about how big it was. And I told her that she'll really find out later. Thoughts kept running through my head....I wanted her. Right now, not later....where could we go. When does this kid leave....wtf. Woke up

Scattered dream...maybe I was waking up and that's why I can't piece everything together....anyways.

Come at me BRO

I'm watching someone fight, some random cat...and I don't jump in because I don't know who the heck they are. One guy wins, and he's mad at me...apparently he's J's brother. J magically shows up, and starts punching me. He yell's something about not helping out. I told him what the deal is...and it's me vs. them two for a while. Fight of my life type shit...since he's waaaaaay stronger than me IRL. I was just trying to defend myself for the most part. D shows up...and we square off. D talks them out of it for a second. Then asks me to drop his kids off....then I'm like...hold up, isn't that just running? I might as well finish taking this ass whooping now than leave.

Can I stop dreaming about this?

There's this guy preaching about something at my house....he walks inside. My pops arrives and tells him to get out...I was really surprised because he was mad. The guy leaves...and then J's kids come over to eat. I think I serve them hotdogs, and one of them just pours a pile of salt over the hotdog and doesn't eat it. I obviously got mad and yelled at her...telling her that she needs to eat her food, or not ask for so much. I felt bad after words and told her I loved her.

Something else about walking through a field....but I turned around because I had a feeling I was going to see snakes everywhere.

I'm in a crowded room, and we're watching these highlights of the NBA Playoffs. Specifically when Jordan was playing against Alonzo Mourning's and Charles Barkley's (my two favorite players) teams that they were on. Something else came up about genealogy...and I had to remind two people they were related. We kept watching it and sat down, and there was cheerleader sitting in my lap. I had one hand on her thigh, and on on her back. I could tell she was cold and what not, but I tried to pay attention to the game. I moved my arm around her, my hand off of her thigh because I noticed my hand was pretty high up there. She leaned forward so my arm wouldn't be touching her at all. Then she said something like don't try anymore of that stuff. Which was kinda weird...cause I thought I was the one moving away....hell whatever.

There's a guy sitting in front of us with a clean cut afro who she's practically sitting next to now because of the leanage. He asks her "so who you wit". Or something cheesy like that...she says no one. And I told the guy "I'm still Mr. Solo...she's just a friend or whatever". I was a little upset at how sneaky the guy tried to be...but at the same time I was just like "fuck it".

I remember playing basketball for a while. It was a pickup game in a gym. We stopped, and all these people crowded into the building. I remember seeing D there, but that's all I recognized. My old coach came in the room, and people were handing out play money to us. Then they started talking about how we could buy these t-shirts with them if we earned enough. They were various shirts of 90s rockbands.

I also remember driving down the interstate with my pops...the road was really messed up. Parts of it required us to drive directly against the flow of traffic to exit the interstate. We got to a hospital...and he was talking to me about my moms (RIP). He was telling me that she knew it was her time to go.

I had a long dream that I was on the Miami heat. I got to play like one game with them, and I had a contract for 300k riding the bench. I couldn't show up to other games and practices because of the commute (I wasn't driving because of my license), and they let me go without telling me that I was off the squad. In the middle of the dream I was having this long discussion about dreams with my niece, and I was thinking of a way to put speakers in wireless remotes so they could be used for basic surround sound if needed. I also remember helping Courtney Thorne-Smith something. She never said "thanks", and I had to pry it out of her every time.

I'm leaving the basketball court and walking into something thats like a gym. Some guy is asking me for like 30 cents or something like that to get a soda. It took me a while to finally get the correct amount, and I ended up dropping some money in the process. I went to the machine and there was one that sold sodas, and then another one that sold yoo-hoo. I wanted the soda, but some kind of way i found myself directly in front of the yoo-hoo machine when I pressed the button. Left for a second because some girl was giving instructions to everyone in the room on a megaphone. My guess was the people here were too bad or something so they had to change the rules up. I went back to get my yoo-hoo after letting her know what the deal was, and something just got weird.....I remember all theses girls huddled around me, with their arms wrapped around me, and their hands almost in my face. I could look at each person's and hand tell who they were just based on that. Someone was going to time us to see if we could all hold that pose long enough.