A couple of dreams

Thursday, November 18th, 2004 @ 1:46pm. Category: Dreams.

Dream 1

Apparently I liked to go swimming at lot at the appartment complex where Paul, Charles, and Ryan live, but there are roaming gangs of hoodlums who make everything that much harder.

One night, Paul offers to go driving around for the heck of it, and we are nearly hit by a school bus, which scares both of us to death. So I stay over and the next night we all go out to eat at some Mexican casual dining restaurant. I sit with Charles and Jason, and Paul goes off by himself for some reason. With my dinner I have one shot of vodka, but it makes me act like I’ve had 5 or 6. I go off to find Paul and discover he is with his parents, and his mother is really disappointed that I”ve been drinking. I try to say that it was only one shot and it sould wear off soon, but it doesn’t seem to take. I stumble back to the table. Apparently it’s now almost 4am, and I realize I didn’t let Sean know where I was. I try to call him, but I can’t ever get through on my cell phone, so I used the restaurant’s phone to make a free long-distance call. Still no luck. Back at the table Charles offers to let me use his computer to message him when we return to the appartment. I inist that I should go home tonight, as it would be two nights in a row that I haven’t gone home. But for some reason I am still terribly drunk and there’s no way anybody is letting me drive. I stay another night out from home but spend it in the restaurant, wandering around and looking for Paul to apologize to. The end.

Dream 2

I had a dream that the power went off and everybody thought it was the end of the world. Nobody knew when it would be back on. People started hording water, getting rid of useless pets, banding together in groups. For some reason computers and the internet still worked, and at some forum/webpage I went to had said that we should all play Rage Against the Machine’s /Sleep Now in the Fire/ so that we could recognize each other and not fight against a fellow member. I opened my window and found that the neighbors across the way were playing it too. I had never known! I was going to go over and join them, but some guy who I apparently know stopped me. His name was Derek, and he was a medical doctor. He said my chances were best if I stayed with him, not some random internet people.

The neighbors were having a good time, cooking hotdogs and lounging outside in the partly-cloudy mid-morning sun. I played /Sleep Now in the Fire/ from my kick-ass speakers and waved. One of them waved back! Score. My family apparently was in the appartment too, to prepare for the apocalypse, and didn’t know what to do and would do odd things like close doors and move my toothbrush around, and make a fort out of couches in the living room.

Derek and I talked more of whether it was prudent to hang out with the neighbors for the end of the world. While we did that people dropped off a fuzzy black cat and it jumped through the window. After a while I convinced Derek that I should at least go say hi, and found my family getting up to leave as well. Derek had been playing Warcraft III, so I exited the game and looked for Y! to leave Sean a message to call me if he ever was able to get his off-line messages. (I guess computere staying on was not a universal thing.) I started panicking about how my cellphone would have no way to charge it, except for those battery packs sold at places like Radio Shack. I wanted to call Sean to let him know what was up with the apocalypse.. I pack up a small backpack of stuff and head over to see the neighbors– when I hear them shout, “Stuff’s comign back on! Normal things are working again!” Lo and behold, they are! Everything’s working again!. Now we’re stuck with a couple of cats, one of which is apparently a resident of the neighborhood, for he doesn’t scare our cat CoCo. We hang onto that one, so that a neighbor can come get it.

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