Sithis's Dream Archives

I was a black child and lived in a city. My family was very well-to-do and wealthy, but we lived with a single dad. We were at an alley sort of deal on a street. It's very hard to describe. I remember an inner-city chubby kid (he looked a lot like the "hood rat stuff with my friends" kid) and he was like,

"Dude, you guys are loaded. Can I have some money?"

My dad said, "No, but you can still have all this."

"How?"

"Get a job. Earn money. If you work and earn your money, you can buy anything you want."

Some of the things he said came up in kinetic typography.

The next part melded into this. I was in another hard to describe room. It's hard to describe because it was illogical. It was something like a penthouse suite, but with a couch sat on a floor-pad elevator. There was a really pretty girl there, and it was implied that I should sleep with her, but she was hesitant about the idea. I sat down with her and told her we didn't have to, and it was her choice. The floor started to move down and that's all I remember, but I do know we didn't have sex. We fell in love instead.

My recall has been terrible lately. I can feel the hole from where at least an hour of stuff before and after this happened.