monkeyking

tons of false awakenings this am. My lady woke up sick and was complaining intermittently all am.

non-lucid
Me and my lady are living on a couch of a dining area in a huge casino boat. There is a large cream colored couch we are sleeping on in the midst of passengers enjoying cocktails. There are windows wrapping around the entire room to reveal the ocean and horizon in every direction. We cover our heads to sleep. I hate that there is no privacy, but everyone treats us as if we aren't there, so It's OK. There are TV's on in the lounge and the news is making my mind run, full of current events. I decide to get up and use the bathroom. In the hallway an old lady stops me and tells me my $700 dollar rent is past due. I tell her I know, and give her some excuse as to why I hadn't paid it yet. I return to the couch and this time we're interacting with the guests about current events and enjoying ourselves. I begin to think that, while this isn't terrible I'd really like some privacy for the amount of money I was spending. I thought at the beginning that I was going to be paying less than $700 a month. I get up to get a drink and end up at a train junction, confused as the man running the train tells me to get on. It looks like a bus inside, and the scene in the cruise ship lounge has turned into this train/bus. Then aisle is cluttered with shoes and food wrappers, and everyone is living here with us. I begin to wish I had time to have sex with my lady in private and start to think about how to make it work given the lack of privacy.

I wake up and tell K that I'll work for her. She says I don't have to and I roll over to go back to sleep.

I walk into a room where there are some strange sex practices going on. Someone says he's going to get Champagne. I walk into the hallway, the walls are black and gold, and looks like a strange mansion with expensive chandeliers, etc. There is a hot plate on a counter with a big pot full of hot dogs. The water is boiling over so I turn down the heat. I put a whole steaming hot dog in my mouth. It's hot but doesn't burn me. I chew it and continuously blow to regulate the heat in my mouth. As I walk w back into the room the guys are trying to open up bottles of Crystal, thinking they need an opener. There is a Spanish maid in sexy clothing on her knees on a lavish day bed and a well dressed man squirting her down with a super soaker full of champagne. She asks if he's done and he barks 'It's good for you!' and continues. I decide I've had enough of hotel innuendo so I walk outside. Tim Curry walks into the room so I stay. He's dressed like he's shooting for 'Rocky Horror Picture Show' and is extremely tall. His hands are way too big and his eyes have large dark circles around them as if he's tired. His head is way too big and it's a bit creepy to look at his. It's obvious he's shooting some strange foreign fetish film with a 'Rocky Horror' feel to the wardrobe. I watch for a while as Tim gets direction from someone behind me. I decide to leave.

I wake up to kaitee complaining she doesn't feel well and offer to open the shop for her. She refuses to let me and I go back to sleep.

I'm on Foster riding a 20" silver bmx. The physics are all wrong and I'm suddenly aroused. I'm trying to ride without being noticed, but there are pretty girls all over. I decide to do sweet tricks instead of hump the bike, but the bike has a mind of its' own. I cruise past a group of people waiting for the bus on 70th and there is a cute alt girl, blonde hair with a blue streak. I'd like to impress her so I turn around to do a trick. It's a lame trick, but everyone claps but her. I ride into the street and have a hard time getting out of the oncoming lane, which has no cars. I also can't check to see if anyone is coming behind me. I will myself across the double yellow line and onto the side walk. There is a bank and I begin bunny hopping onto it and doing bar spins off of it. I land a huge jump onto a slanted wall and jump off into a 180. I ride around a bit and end up by a park full of DMB hippies having a sing along. It is terrible but I decide to hang out and do tricks in the park. A house materializes around us and I rush outside to grab the bike before it gets stolen. When I get inside, they are naming empty bowls of food and hanging them like art. Everything is named ____eater, or son of _____eater (e.g. Mooseeater) I find this extremely funny. My friend Dutch is there and we talk about bikes and drink PBR.

I wake up (I think for real this time) and tell Kaitee that I'll come in later and give her a few hours off. She refuses and I go back to sleep, dreamless.