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    Penthouse Blues

    by , 04-20-2012 at 03:29 PM (647 Views)
    yes…Yes, I know…. I don't write my DJ often but for the record, I have good reason. I suffer from a horrible disorder called L.A.S… also known as Lazy Ass Syndrome. Needless to say, I feel the effects of this crippling disorder everyday & I’m sure you all can sympathize. But anyways, I digress…
    This DJ entry is consists of my dreams from the other night. It was one long continuous dream which is out of the ordinary for me. As always, my thoughts during the dream are italicized. Also, moments of lucidity are usually specified.

    Kaomea & The Lingerie Thief

    I’m sitting on a big round comfy beige couch in a penthouse apartment. I recognize the place. Kaomea & I often meet here in dreams but this thought doesn’t bring lucidity. I’m watching Dog the Bounty Hunter on a huge flat screen that’s mounted in front of one of several waterfalls flowing throughout our rooftop penthouse. I have a feast of food laid out on the couch in front of me and I'm grubbing down like a starving Ethiopian child… mumbling snide remarks about the bounty hunter in between bites.
    God, if only people knew what a douche he & his wife are in real life…
    I wish there was another show I could watch to see footage of home…
    Damn, this fried chicken is bomb-


    Kaomea: “tsk… tsk… tsk…”


    I look over mid bite to see Kaomea leaning against a pillar by the front door smirking at me with her arms crossed. I try to keep from laughing with a mouth full of food.


    Me: “What? What’d I do?” I give her a silly innocent look.

    Kaomea: “What if I was some hot maintenance guy here to fix the garbage disposal or something? Huh?”
    Me (mouth full of food): “Ok, first off… the garbage disposal is working fine… I think. Second, you’re not a hot maintenance guy and third, I think he’d let my less than graceful demeanor slide once I offered to let him lick some of this gravy off my nipple… so ha. In yo face.”
    Kaomea: “oh eww! Gravy? Com’on Gypsy… Seriously?” She playfully shivers & pretends to gag.
    Me: “Hey… don't judge me… besides, you haven’t tasted this gravy… It… like… welcomes you to flavor country with every bite…”

    I blissfully lick some gravy off my finger. She rolls her eyes & walks towards the back bedrooms laughing to herself. I turn my attention back to my food feast; take a couple more bites & start cleaning up. I'm making room in the fridge for leftovers when I hear some drawers slam. I can hear Kaomea mumble grumbling from the bedroom.


    Kaomea: “Seriously? What the faaawk!”

    Me: "Everything alright in there, buddy?” I mockingly ask.

    I start to walk towards the back from the kitchen to see what she’s fussing about. She walks out of one of the rooms and meets me in the hallway with two fist full’s of bras. My bras…


    Me: “uh…” I stare blankly at her. Totally confused.

    Kaomea: “ok…so, I have a favor to ask…”
    Me: “…o…k….” we both start giggling at this point.
    Kaomea: “umm, so…. Is it cool if I borrow… a bra?”
    Me: “…should I even ask where yours are?”
    Kaomea: “I was gonna ask you….”
    Me: “pssh, don't look at me bro…” I give her a raised brow.
    Kaomea (laughing): “nah man, I'm serious! I have no idea where they are! I went to change & all my bras were gone! Just my bras…. Nothing else. This makes no sense.”

    we both start cracking up again and I jokingly tell her that she can borrow a bra as long as she puts the rest back safely. I follow her back into the room to help her try and find her own bras to no avail.



    The Visitor

    I return to the kitchen, finish cleaning up, then go to change my clothes. I start to fall into autopilot as I throw on my signature “dream adventure time” outfit (Lol). I slip on my slacks, suspenders, wife beater, weapons, & hat... I stare at myself & out the window behind me through the mirror… I start to slip into foggy thoughts….
    what's with the clouds rolling in?
    Why so anxious?
    Where’s the sunlight?
    Why am I putting this on?
    Haven’t worn this since… a dream.
    Cloudy days are for napping…
    cloudy days are for dreaming…
    Dreaming gypsies…
    gypsy is dreaming…
    this is a dream.



    I “fall” back into myself with my reflection. I am lucid. And of course as usual, I start to feel the dream destabilize because of my excitement of being aware.
    Chill the fuck out…
    Don't fuck it up…
    Hold onto it…
    Hold…
    Relax…
    Flow…


    I take a slow breath & the scene relaxes a lil’ bit. I decide it’d be best to do something mundane until I can calm down a bit more because I really don't want to lose the dream. I walk back into the living room & plop myself on the couch leaning over the back. There’s floor to ceiling windows everywhere. This penthouse is magnificent. With water flowing in the walls and underneath the floors from waterfalls all over the room to random pools of water scattered throughout with luscious plants & vines. The glass windows open up to a rooftop pool lounge area… Beautiful. I admire the architecture but its short lived. I see those same clouds in the distance rolling in… swiftly getting closer. The air is suddenly quiet, dark, & cold…Time feels still. I hear Kaomea playing some music in one of the back rooms & I lose myself in the overcast…
    Those clouds…
    They’re for me…
    I can feel it…
    how do I know?



    The doorbell rings.

    It startles me and the dream begins to “melt”. I stand and use slooowww… steady steps to pull the dream back as I walk towards the door. I realize I'm starting to feel… strange…
    like I’m being pulled… lured… by an unknown essence…
    My emotions begin to stir… I can’t place why and I grow more uncomfortable with every step.
    I’m fighting with my thoughts at this point…
    There’s someone at the door…
    answer it…
    No, something’s not right…
    Open it…
    but it’s not safe…
    Open it…
    No, Don’t….
    No, Gypsy…
    Stay in control…
    But… I just wanna let them in…


    I reach the door and notice the bracelet (weapon) on my left wrist glowing dimly. I put my left hand on the door and place my lips lightly on the crease that separates the door from the frame. I have no idea why I'm doing this but the soft draft seeping between my slightly parted lips feels so good… my breath shallows. I close my eyes…

    fight it, Gypsy…

    A wave of fear washes over me… I know I'm slowly losing control but the instinctual alarms within me are fading into a whisper.

    The doorbell rings again. I am not startled.

    Me: “who is it…”


    Silence.

    Answer me…

    Me: “tell me your name…”


    Silence.

    I just wanna hear your voice…

    I can taste their energy through the door…. spilling in with the draft onto my lips. I lick them… I just can’t help it. A mixture of curiosity, fear, & lust collide in my conscious. The doorbell rings again & I force myself to step back from the pull of the door. I can’t take it anymore.

    They’re waiting…
    Let them in…


    I roll my bracelet into my hand from my wrist with one last drop of self preservation & control. Feeling the weight of my chain manifest & drop… I brace myself as I grab the doorknob with my right hand & pull. It flies open with a powerful force that makes me cover my face & step back….

    I open my eyes and stare into the foyer.
    It’s empty.
    No…
    Please…


    I step past the door and scan the area with my breath heavy & heart racing. The silence is deafening. There are no other doors…. just a couple of windows to my sides and elevators in front of me.

    My eyes start to water out of anger, fear, & confusion.
    No…
    I’m sorry…
    Come back…
    Please….
    Please don't do this to me…


    I whip my chain towards the ground out of frustration & the sound echoes through the entranceway like thunder.
    Why do I feel like this?...
    What did you do to me?
    It isn’t fair…
    I don't understand…
    How could you just leave?


    Kaomea: “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?!”


    I jump at the sound of her voice and spin around, wiping tears from my eyes… I meet her gaze. She’s standing at the door… soaking wet in a towel with a look of pure bewilderment in her eyes. She sees the tears in mine and I can hear her in my head frantically asking if I'm hurt….

    The room starts to spin… I try to walk towards her but I lose my footing & fall, cracking my head on the marble floor. I feel an intense pain rip through my head. I close my eyes to try and stabilize. I open them slowly….
    and to be honest, I don't think I’ve been so happy to see the dull white walls of my bedroom in awhile.
    Fin.
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    Comments

    1. TheForgotten 's Avatar
      God, if only people knew what a douche he & his wife are in real life…
      I wish there was another show I could watch to see footage of home…
      Damn, this fried chicken is bomb-
      There is ... Hawaii 5-0 ...

      Me: “What? What’d I do?” I give her a silly innocent look.
      Kaomea: “What if I was some hot maintenance guy here to fix the garbage disposal or something? Huh?”
      Me (mouth full of food): “Ok, first off… the garbage disposal is working fine… I think. Second, you’re not a hot maintenance guy and third, I think he’d let my less than graceful demeanor slide once I offered to let him lick some of this gravy off my nipple… so ha. In yo face.”
      Kaomea: “oh eww! Gravy? Com’on Gypsy… Seriously?” She playfully shivers & pretends to gag.
      Me: “Hey… don't judge me… besides, you haven’t tasted this gravy… It… like… welcomes you to flavor country with every bite…”
      LOL. You and your smart-ass responses.

      I totally remember the fragment I had with the bra sequence.

      And that man at the door... really hoping he's not from DV
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