Mezzanine

So last night was just one after the other craziness. It was like a film festival of five minute short films.

First thing... I'm in like a front yard of a house out in the country, but I feel like it's a video game I'm playing because I have a pistol in my hand and I keep trying to reload it like how you reload your gun when you're playing the arcade game "House of the Dead" by just pointing your gun down for a second. But it's not working. When I finally get it to reload, the bullets don't reach the target I'm aiming at. They just sort of fizzle like fireworks gone bad. It's dark out.

Then a guy pulls up in his car and I get in and go back to his house with him. His parents are asleep, so we have to be really quiet. We're up in his room doing I don't know what and then he goes to sleep. I go downstairs to the kitchen and start to cook something. I remember what is in the pot looking like salsa, or maybe chili, then I tasted it and wanted random guy to taste it, too, to see if I needed to add the can of tomatoes that was sitting on the counter or not.

Then I'm in the lobby of a big apartment building that seems like it's in New York City. In the lobby are all the residents' mailboxes. On the floor, there are these things that look like they could be money, but they are more oval than round, and some are copper, some are silver, and some are gold. They have egg-shaped holes cut out of the middle of them. I look up by the mailboxes after picking up a lot of these "coins" and see that there are posted lots of lists with things highlighted on them. I see my name and it says that I owe $14.40 still on my rent. I'm outraged because I'm sure that I've paid all my rent.

In another lobby somewhere I'm in a hospital. I am holding a baby (!) which apparently might have measles. Everyone in the hospital is telling me I shouldn't be holding this baby (duh!). Then my friend who used to live down the block from me, now a nurse, comes up to me and takes the baby to run some tests on it. There was more to this but I don't remember.

I'm in a car and I'm yelling out the window to someone that my password for something is 69. I'm saying, "no... s-i-x-t-y and the number 9!!" It's dark out.

11/15/2009

Slots with Chris Tucker

So, let's start from as far back as I can remember. I'm in a department store. There is a sale and there are tons of people in the store, but the only thing anyone is looking at is jeans. But they're really horrible jeans. Old, stone wash, like 80's hair band jeans. And everyone is trying them on in the middle of the store instead of going into fitting rooms. And none of the jeans fit anybody! They're all way too tight, but everyone thinks they look so good in them. I think about telling everyone they look stupid but think better of it.

I leave the department store and walk out into the mall. I suddenly realize there is a casino in the mall and head for it at full speed. I head left and see the fountain in the middle of the mall. I'm on the second floor and I see the escalators. I go down the one escalator and at the bottom almost run into a wall. I've got to make an immediate u-turn and go right back up another escalator. I remember thinking this is a most ineffective way to get to the first floor.

After I get off the escalator I walk to the left again and see some slot machines. On the end of a row of machines is Bill Murray. He's walking away and has left the machine running with some money in it. I go to his machine and discover that it's a penny machine. Instead of putting money in it, you have to put tickets in it like the kind you get from winning skee-ball. Bill Murray has left a big line of tickets so I run it into the machine. A slot attendant comes by and looks at me funny because the machine is rejecting some of the tickets, and I tell him they were left here and they aren't mine.

So I sit down and finally just start hitting the max bet button over and over again mindlessly. Then some kids walk up and want to see what I'm doing. They have pizza, so we're now having like a pizza party at my slot machine. I look down and it's not like a touch screen like slot machines usually are, but it's not an old school reel slot either. It's strange because I know it's a slot machine, but I've never seen one like this before. It's just like a plastic surface with lights embedded in it that light up and make numbers appear in a bunch of different colors. There's no real rhyme or reason to how you make winning combinations. So while trying to figure this out, a female slot attendant comes up to me and hands me $200 in one dollar bills. I keep playing.

The next thing I know, the kids and the pizza party are gone, but they left behind all the empty pizza boxes. Now there's a guy with his face right next to mine and he's got a cell phone to his other ear talking to someone. I don't even look to see who it is and I ask him to please take his nonsense elsewhere. (!) He starts to walk away and says I'll regret that and then I realize it's Chris Tucker! I scramble to tell him, no no, he can stay if he wants, my girlfriend loved him in the Fifth Element and would want his autograph. He says "we'll see" and walks away.

After a while, he comes back and says he's changed his mind and would love to hang out, where do I live, and what's my number, so he can put it into his cell phone. I tell him I live in Richmond and he says, "no shit, I live like seven minutes away from there!" Then Andrea walks up and I cash out of my slot machine and we walk towards the cashier. Suddenly everything is in slow motion as I see that behind the cashier is the biggest stockpile of fireworks I've ever seen. I'm taking very slow steps at this point and I finally make it to the cashier and ask her if I can cash out in fireworks. She says "of course" and I turn around and ask Andrea if she'd like to pick some out. She says, "you know I don't care about that shit!" and then I turn back around to the cashier and wake up.

10/19/2009

UVA

I feel like I'm at UVA at a party. I'm sitting on a kitchen counter talking to a hot girl about music. She says she's got some files I should look at on her laptop. I asked if they're files to use as loops in music creation software like Frooty Loops or Cakewalk. She is absolutely amazed that I know about these programs. I tell her music's my thing, I even used to be a DJ for a year at the local lesbian bar. As she's getting her laptop out to pull up the files, someone comes up to me who recognizes me. I'm talking to them and I glance at the hot girl's computer screen... it's scrolling through all sorts of porn pictures. In order not to embarrass her, I continue talking to whoever it was that came up to me.

Then I'm outside walking around the campus and it's snowing out. I lay down in the snow and say out loud, though to no one in particular, "It's so beautiful out here... I wish I had known how my life would turn out by going to VCU. I wish someone would have told me. If I'd have gotten better grades in high school, I could have come here."

Then Jamie Nelder, one of my sorority sisters, comes up to me and asks me if I got her paperwork to fill out in the mail. (Random!)

Blockbuster

I walk into a Blockbuster and I feel like I'm in Buffalo, NY. (I was watching the Bills/Jets game last night. Plus, I had just gone into a Blockbuster for the first time in a long time a couple of days ago and rented the first season of the L word... 4 discs total.) Half of the store is inside, half is outside. Instead of the category toppers on the shelves like Romance, Comedy, etc, are street names from Richmond. Staples Mill and Park come to mind. I see Chris Lennon again, the guy from a week ago who I dreamed had a sex change. I told him, I thought he said he lived in Richmond, what's he doing in NY? He said he does live in Richmond, look at the signs, he lives right down the block.

Then I'm in line with my movies and I'm with my dad all of a sudden. He rented some video games and I don't know what I got. The total comes to about $200. I'm flipping out. They said it was late charges. I said, "no way, I returned my movies, all four of them, I'll even go get them off the shelf if you want me to." So a manager comes up after two other people come and try to straighten this out. My dad said he'll pay $26 but no more than that. I'm crying by this point. I'm yelling "Do you think I'm stupid?!? I'm so smart, you don't even know." At this, the manager shakes his head yes and I get so offended by this, I don't know, I think he's mocking me or something. So I said "Fuck this!" and storm out the door.

Now I'm in New Mexico. I call information and am immediately connected to Blockbuster Headquarters. I ask for the district manager who manages the Carytown Blockbuster location. I remember thinking, I wonder if it's still Randy Stultz, who was in reality my district manager from PacSun. I find a restaurant and walk up these wooden stairs to the balcony so I can get some privacy while I'm on this phone call. But no one answers, I don't even get voicemail. I walk back down the stairs and find my dad in the middle of the plaza by a water fountain waiting for me. We walk into a shop selling jewelry and he asks someone where we are. I look at some business cards on the display case and it said some city name, NM.

Express

All I remember is being a manager of Express and setting up a window display and looking across the walkway to see the store across from me blow up.

3/26/2009

Lucid School

have to actually *get* to school. more on this later:

money at the cash register

money on the floor

lighters on the floor

stupid boys

magazines on T

I'm sad I never went back to fill in this entry. I remember a little bit about it, but I don't know how I became lucid. I know I sometimes find money in my dreams and pick it up and put it in my pocket. I think I was finding money everywhere, and then I was selling magazines in a neighborhood. I really wish I could remember.