symbioidlj | Dreams...

Multiple dreams in the past week, all a bit strange:

1) I was in the Piggly Wiggly in the town I grew up, and was pushing a cart around, and picked up some orange push-pops, that were, like two feet tall, and proportionate in diameter to the real thing. I went to the bread/cereal isle, and grabbed some whole wheat bread. Some people were speaking Spanish to the right of me. I turned around, and wanted Cocoa Puffs, but there was some dude standing in the way. He wouldn't move, even though I clearly was looking right at him and motioning as if I wanted to get behind him. I tried to reach behind him, but he acted as if I wasn't there. I was like "fuck this" and left.

I got into the line, with one person ahead of me. After they were checked out, the lady turned off her light and told me to go in a different line. I sighed and moved to a different line. As I was waiting in that line, I looked and saw that the lady turned her light back on and helped the people that were behind me in the first line. Well I got checked out, and as I handed the cashier my bread, I noticed it was open. She tied it back up, and then I handed her a block of cheese. No wrapper around it, just a triangular block of cheddar.

"Sharp, I think." I said to her.

"Price check!" she called over the PA... We puzzled over how it got there, and a light clicked on in her face: "It's the BONUS CHEESE!" she exclaims. Turns out that if you buy the bread that was on sale, it came with a block of cheese inside. It fell out when the bag opened up.

I left, went home, to the apartment where Rosemary was waiting(this was actually the old apartment of my ex-girlfriend back in High School... We lived there in my dream)... As I pulled into the driveway, it was big, like a fucking Wal-Mart parking lot. There was a van, with this white-trash chick I knew, and as I was unloading the car, the little brothers of the singer in our old band were running around. I kept thinking to myself how great it would be to have a bowl of those yummy Cocoa Puffs. Somehow they were magically in my bag by the time I was unloading the trunk. _end_of_dream_

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2) I was in prison, at a high-school cafeteria style table. The warden was standing besides us, and we were talking and shit... The girl across from me, was apparently my girlfriend in the dream(looked nothing like Rosemary or any of my ex's). The girl next to her, who was her friend, said something like "Just because you're seeing someone else...." And my girlfriends face gave that "I can't believe you just said that... Shut the fuck up!" look. And I said "It's true, isn't it? That's fine. Whatever... It's over."

Just then, the warden, a big butch lesbian(aren't they all that way in the movies?), said "Break out the Easy Bake!" And my girlfriends friend reached behind her seat and pulled out an Easy Bake Oven. We were going to cook a giant chocolate chip cookie with lotsa frosting. It was my girlfriends birthday.

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3)(just last night)... I had two mini-dreams. The first I was going to a prison to talk to Mumia Abu-Jamal, and when I got there, it was dimly lit. I went to the cell, and the doors opened. There were no wardens or cops around, nor any prisoners. Just me and this man. And it wasn't Mumia, it was an Indian(as in American Indian. Why do I use the term Indian and not Native American? Because AIM, the American Indian Movement uses it. Russell Means claims that Indian is derived from In Deo(In God), not from the country India, dunno if it's true, just that's the way he sees it. And fuck political correctness anyways. I mean, I'm not gonna say Redskin or anything like that... I'm just using the term that one of the autonomist groups use... _end_of_rant_)

OK...... So, in my dream, this tall, thin Indian and I walk around the prison and talk. I assume that it's Russell Means, though it may have been Leonard Peltier. It seemed, however, more like a younger Russell. He didn't say much, and in fact, I think I was talking too much. Talking about maximum security prisons and how horrible they are. We sat in the dim, pale yellow glow of the lights, and just enjoyed the solitude, with no prisoners or guards around.

dream 2 of the night:

I was pouring a bowl of cereal(Quaker Oat Bran, if you care to know), and ate it. As I went for a second bowl, I began to pour, and i was running out of milk. But there was this big congealed goopy ball, and it had black streaks in it... The milk was sour, and I was just sick, thinking of how I ate cereal with that milk in it.