Dreamt Alot Recently

So heres some highlights, since im making the goal to make an entry everyday in one of these blogs.

-Zombie Brady Bunch Family
-Talking to Jew, who is gettting into techno, while throwing an improtu dance party at chisholm trail, that she thinks shes a california person, and i think thats stupid to say, then pushing some kid who annoyed me down a steep hill to much applause
-Hanging out with Dbird and Mccafferty again, for whatever reason
-More Zombies

Yeah thats enough for now

benzodiazapeine induced?

Last nights dream was intensly real. To the point where i could not wake myself up from it once i became lucid.

The intresting thing is that there was nothing really bad about it per se. It was just rushed and confusing.

The other really strange thing is, i couldn;t determine if i was in a dream, so i did the various tricks, turning lights on and off, looking at clocks, and THE LIGHTS WENT ON AND OFF and the clocks kept a similar measurable time.

i even pinched myself at one point, felt the pain and continued dreaming, i dont know what to make of it.

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First of all, id like to say that this dream was completely real, at one point i even attempted to see if i could open my eyes to stop the dream, which untill today has always worked, and it didn't, so i consider this dream especially important.

It starts... with me and my old best friend drew. Were riding motorcycles and just shooting the shit, Drew was a drummer, and so i was fucking around with his drum kit when he starts berating me about the method of which im drumming damanges the kit moreso and how i need to alter my drumming. This continues untill i leave, as i leave i meet up with Tommy he tells me that "were all" going to a party and that i should come, i have no real memory of the party but i know that i end up in a hotel room with lucy, tommy, and some unknown girl, and i am being annoyed by lucy, horribly, shes playing devlis advocate to everything i say, and i eventually give up and just lay on the bed and listen to the others talk about how great it was to get so drunk. I see a 10cent fantasy novel on teh floor and pick it up an say to the others "who reads this crap" where as they all respond that they all read it, and that its really great. I say my usual pretentious line about how its literary garbage, the myspace of books. And everyone becomes angry lucy says something VERY offensive and i tell her "if you were a man id have knocked you the fuck out by now" and then more dialouge intensivys till i run at her with almost super speed and excute a move whos name i cant remeber from aikido but it involves smashing your palm at an upward angle into her face, and she goes down, bloody, no movement, i panic and just start running, i go out the balconey of the hotel room and run through the complex a little till i find the exit, which coincidentally is just like mopac. I try running next to mopac, but it being late at night and im only wearing jeans and a shirt, no shoes, at this point, i figure id be a good target for police so i move behind some of the builings on the side of the road. Theres a drainage ditch there with fairly slow moving water and i walk along it, casual now. Eventually at some point i fall in the and the current is very very strong, i can barely swim against and im following the ditch, though it goesin the right direction, i eventually grab onto the side and with a large amout of force (in my dream i could feel everything, the strain of my muscles, the flow of the water) i manage to make it out after taking off my pants which were of course creating drag in teh stream. I get out, panting, wet and see a group of other people where as i ask "do you guys have anything, money, clothes, ANYTHING what you see is all i own in the world right now" and as they say now, i get up and start to trudge home thinking, as long as i get home i can be alright

Intense

I get locked up again. Kind of a minimum security prison, but there are tons of little kids there, as well as hardened criminals. My family visits and my dad is pissed, we have a very long conversation that ends in me basically calling him a pussy who is responsible for screwing me up. (in reality i know he tried as hard as he knew how to raise me right)

Theres a couple of other things that happen, that arent really important, or intresting, like a bunch of coke getting smuggled into the jail, and me busting out only to feel guilty and turn myself back in.

Then theres a visitors day and i get to see mindy, in fact they let her come in and watch a movie with me ....and the rest of the inmates, who i have to spend the duration of the movie fighting off of her, not seriously, just alot of attempts to grab and what not. Then she asks me, when the movies over, if i want to see my son. And im like damn it, thats why my dad was so pissed, mindy was pregnant. She gets him out of the carrier thing and hands him to me. I ask his name and she says she hasnt named him yet, was waiting for me. I start crying, but its like a happy cry. Like everything in the world that i had suffered could somehow represent the hope i had in this child.

I dont know if this really conveys how it felt, but it was intense

I keep having dreams im going to back to the RROC for whatever reason

this time i refused to go and ended up touring with DDC

mmmmmmmuch better

I had an awesome affectionate pet monkey, that later turned into a kid

then avoided a fight with 3 of the lamest crusties ever at hot topic

then it went into a reoccuring dream i have, that ill explain if you ask me, but it ended differently this time, this time it ended with someone shouting that if you allow yourself to hate, you will become what you hate, and it if you are to kill someone in justice, are you no better than a killer yourself?"

Did mushrooms in my dream, didnt really see any cool visuals, just got pretty disociated, it was still cool