Sunday, June 15, 2008

Cigarettes and Fat Men

Late last night, I went to the park and smoked a cigarette, hoping Molly (who was sleeping at Kelcie's) would come and join me. This probably is why cigarettes are involved in this one. There's a really big chunk of the dream that I'm missing, this part was very short and I dreamt it right before I woke up.

Me and Jake and in the park near my neighborhood. And, as expected, we're smoking cigarettes. We pass a couple of women, and get nervous so we hide our lit cigarettes. After crossing the bridge, I notice a woman smoking alone. We then turn (in the direction of the "pier", which is left) and the park suddenly is transformed into a restaurant/bar.

We come up to a big group of people, maybe 20-25, who are all smoking cigarettes and sitting down. There were two very obese men, who looked like twins (they wore blue shirts). The obese men were in the middle of everyone, sitting down on chairs. On the sides and in the back, people were seated on bench-booths. In the back bench, I notice one of the women, who look familiar to me, but that thought was literally a half-millisecond thought. Somebody comes up to us and gives us a list, which has everybody's name on it. The list was a small white piece of laminated paper with black ink on it. The man points out that the fat men are in fact twins, and that their names are both Big Nick (I don't remember the name, it could be Big Nick, Big Will, etc.) and that one of them is a music producer. On the sheet, I think I remember seeing that Big Nick's name(s) were bolded.

I think the reason the fat men were in my dream is because I went to Guitar Center earlier that day for a mic cable, and saw a fat man outside smoking a cigarette. This guy is always there when I leave Guitar Center.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Cigar

Very very hard to remember. But I'm in a classroom in school, pretty big one. Doesn't look a bit like Groves, but I guess in my dream I go there. I keep getting in trouble by the teacher for some reason, don't remember why. The teacher then passes out cigars to every student. I think everyone kept the cigar on their desk, but I went ahead and smoked it.

I've never smoked a cigar, but ever since Proz in english class told me he did and that the taste was strong, I've thought they tasted like a strong sugary vanilla. This is the 2nd or maybe 3rd dream that a vanilla tasting cigar has been involved.

So as I remember, the cigar did have a vanilla flavor. I then remember standing up and walking to the back of the class, and the teacher taking my cigar and putting it out. When she puts in out (I think it was with her finger), there's a thin stick of ash in the middle of the tip of the cigar (which isn't even important).

Wow, first cigarettes, then booze, now cigar. Lovely thoughts I have.

Monday, June 9, 2008

Evan Fried and Me...In Birmingham.

Unlike me, Evan Fried, in real life does NOT drink or smoke at all. But we all know this is a dream. I had this dream last night, and it wasn't very clear, but I'll try to explain it as best as I can.

So I'm in Birmingham at night and I see Evan Fried drinking a beer. After I see this, I go get myself a beer. There's a big crowd somewhere, but me and Fried decide to walk away. I have a couple packs of cigarettes in my pockets, hoping that he'll have some with me (I assume he will because he's drinking a beer). We walk into a store, it was pretty big, and it had lots of sweatshirts zip-ups. Now that I think about it, the clothes that were on the racks looked very much like what I could find at American Apparel.

Anyways, we're in the store. Me and him go to "hide" in the corner where there's a bunch of loose clothes on the ground. When I ask what we're doing he says, "After the store shuts down, we're going to take shit!" I couldn't believe that Fried would be saying this, but I go along with it. The lights turn off, and suddenly a couple of policemen are in the building. I quickly hide the cigarettes beneath the loose clothing. I had no idea what they were looking for, but it wasn't us. They have flashlights, and shine them on us. They shine the flashlight in our faces but don't do anything.

That's it. I vaguely remember that I was at an ice cream parlor or a diner before this part, but I don't remember enough of it to explain.

Friday, June 6, 2008

Airplane, Drugs, and Cigarettes

For a while now, me and my brother Dylon have been thinking that our dad is a drug-dealer. Something that happened a few days ago might have turned up in my dream. Our dad told Dylon to give 2 thousand dollars to someone who was coming to the house. Said he was buying Pistons' tickets, but me and Dylon both concluded that it was drug money. That night I had a very vivid dream. It's three days after the dream and I still remember a lot.

So me and my brother somehow know that the guy who our Dad gave the money to is traveling to Japan. So me and him attempt to follow him. We go to the airport and get tickets. We then have to do a "test ride". It was the weirdest thing, but all of the passengers (there were only about 6-10) had to ride this rollercoaster-chairlift thing to test something. It wasn't attached to anything, and it was a fast black metal "cart" which we were all harnessed into and it was pretty fast. All it did was go forward and do spontaneous twists and turns, no flips. Oh, and for some reason, I wasn't harnessed in at all. I hung on to the top metal bar and tried to hang on while it was speedily moving. I swear, I thought I was going to fall off.

This part is blurry, but I think we crashed on the test ride, and the "flight attendant" was there too. I yelled at my brother saying how instead of trying to follow the guy to prove that our Dad is on drugs, we should have just called the police. I was furious. But then, the flight attendant pulled out a cigarette and started to smoke...she looked like she was stressed out, probably because we crashed. I go over to her (my brother did too I think) and start smoking with her. We talked, but I had no idea what it was about. I backed away and stared at her and she kept smoking her cigarette. She looked pretty, but I thought to myself that if she hadn't smoked cigarettes she would be better looking.

Also, I think the setting was "prehistoric". No animals, I just remember my surroundings looking like dinosaur times...but without the dinosaurs.