bobtoeback

So we were in Fort Mac cause my cousins just got back from Vegas or something like that. We were all talking in the streets. My eldest brother climbed an overhead bridge, he was wearing a monkey costume. He was talking with some people, and adjusting the tail, he then dropped, but was supported by the tail (which was REALLY long) He stayed hanging for a moment. Seems to me, someone did something that deserved clapping, but no one did. To my right was my other brother, and to my left was my aunt. My eldest brother started to swing heavily, he got to the top, and just bounced off a few times, but eventually grabbed the ledge where he was before. I started to clap, and so did everyone else. My Aunt was yelling something out at him (it was something that he did that she thought 'oh yeah, he always useds to do that') I was walking away and she asked me to get a phone, she wanted to call him "Yeah, then I can call him, the way he patted his arm too!" I was leaving, then I turned to ask my other bro if he had his phone, I thought it would be dangerous to phon ehim. He was up high. but they did. Then my aunt said that the window above where we were, some guy was just throwing stuff out the window , I said "Cool! I want to do that someday. Alright well Im going in here now, because I never have" I was talking about a restuaraunt that was open, no walls, it looked like a vegas type place. I sat down, and kind of slid forward and bumped into the waitress "Sorry" then I heard a BEEP BEEP BEEP, and I was at home, the alarm was going off.

I was sitting at a pool, watching a movie I believe. My mom was to the left of me, and some random dude was to the right. There were groups of people and I was smoking a cigarette. Suddenly the random dude points out that these people to the left of us stole our MnMs. I sit there for a moment, thinking about whether I should take them back, but I decide I should. I stand up and walk over there. A woman has the MnMs, I reach for them "Give me back those MnMs" She pulls the bag away. I think it would be cool to be like Hank Moody, take a drag from the cigarette, while I close my left eye and blow smoke in her face. I go to do it, but she starts to wrestle with my arms, "Give me back those fucking MnMs" I say, while she forces my hand carrying the cigarette near her bare legs. I fight it for a moment, but then decide to burn her legs with the cigarette, I do and she lets go. I take a drag and blow smoke in her face, grabbing the bag, and throwing my cigarette in the pool. There are a bunch of people swimming in there. I sat down and felt very well accomplished, I thought about telling my brother how awesome it was.

Seems to me before this bit I had watched some more movies, smoking cigarettes during them. but that was the main bit I remembered.

Not sure what all happened. I was at work. I told a guest that it was like the Apocalypse had hit, no one was in the arcade, and we werent even open or something. A friend thought it was funny and laughed. I was by the theatre and I had a pixy stick, I was there with about 3 other workers. we all got candy.

I was on a transit line at one point I think.

I had some long dreams. cant remember

I was clearly at work. We were closed, there was some kind of special thing going on. There was notably a director (a chubby dude with a beard) and a musician (a mid aged woman) When I saw and talked to them, I'm not sure I knew they were a director a musician. They were down by the redemption counter. I had found out Bob Dylan was performing in the mall somewhere.

I went to the kitchen... and was talking with Jeff, there was someone else there too. Seems to me I was supposed to find something out from them to tell the musician/director (and managers who were around there) I was telling jokes. Jeff was making fries, they were on little ... like drainers... over top of the friers. I guess to drain them off, but the drainers were in a grid. I used one of those drainer things you use to take junk out of the frier, to get the fries on a tray. I was saying something really funny but can;t remember the words, though it seemed important. at least I think it was a joke.

I returned to the redemption table with the fries on the tray. We ate them with gravy. We all kind of huddled around them. I mainly stayed there, but the managers (James I think Josh too) would swap out to eat. It was around 5 I think and I decided to quit work early.. Now, I think I had seen Dylan there before in the dream... but maybe not. but I made sure to get out so I could see him. So I clocked out. I started to leave, and I was supposed to be off at 7. I saw my manager and told him I'd stay until 7, once I got back. And he said "until 11?" (when we close) and I said "...7." I thought the manager was Josh, but then I looked beside him to see Josh, I was like 'oh yeah... the other guy who looks like him. This guys chubbier tho" and walked away. I was thinking about 'disarming' like Adrian was saying about Atlas Shrugged. I was not sure if that was the proper way, but I thought it was good I stuck to my guns.

So I went into the mall, and heard a Dylan song... the first one, Im not sure what it was, I dont think it was a real one. Then Dylan was in the audience. The event planner was on the stage, so excited. "The song we wanted you to close with, is one that doesnt get enough recognition!" the music started, and Dylan rolled his eyes and was so disgusted, but he got on the stage anyways. It was like an 80s Barry White song about being sexy or something. There was backing vocals, and music, like Karaoke, no Dylan though. He got on the stage, there were four guys around him playing instruments and back vocals.

Once it was over I went to the back stage, and there was all sorts of weird things. One was like... pipes, almost like a soccer net I guess. I could change its properties, what metal it was made from.

I talked with Dylan to a great extent, I was being agreeable and stuff... I dont really remember... but anyways, he finally just left. I followed him out. I was so pumped he HATED the whole thing. I thought it was pretty cool. But I wasnt sure if Dyla was disgusted with me too. I knew he hated a bunch of people, he even said that "I hate a lot of the people here" he didnt name names. I wasnt sure if I was one of them, but I didnt really care, I still thought it was cool. We walked, I was wearing a suit. and we walked toward the theatre and my manager was coming toward us. The show was over though.

I remember in the kitchen, I was about to leave but my mom started saying I should stay. Apparently she sad I should stay somewhere, encouragingly , and she was insisting it was about the kitchen or somethin. "No stay its fine" it was in a very encouraging, not negative way, I just didnt think it was what she meant.

Anyways, it got to the point where my brother said something about "Who is John Galt?" I believe. SOmething like that, and I was like yeah thats SO cool. He then told me where he found it, though I may have found it before hand too... we were in the book store and he said "in this book, ITS IN FRENCH!" he was so pumped. He said "I had to go and learn biomedical, then I read it" it was bio something he said he needed. I was thinking he just used a translator while he read the book. It turns out Godard came up with John Galt. He had a philosophy... which I cant remember unfortunatley. But in the book it showed his movies. It only went up to the end of the 60s I think, it wasnt all his movies. One was BRIGHT SIDE OF DAMNATION, in the picture, it was black and white. The back of a man and woman looking toward a nuclear bomb in the distance. there were a bunch of movies. My brother was talking a long time about how pumped he was for the french, and while he was quoting some, he was talking in a french accent, I didnt even notice at first. It sounded like he was going to start watching all Godard movies. He also mentioned the Director from earlier, who he was going to get to know as a connection. I said I wished I got to know him, but I didnt really try

I was also explaining this bit I wrote for a movie (which I had actually written right before bed) I was telling someone at work about it, without getting too into it here, its about a guy shooting himself through the head. They got kind of weirded out by it, and I went on to explain it more