Dreams

Dreams are very interesting. I wonder what the real meaning of them is.. or how they come about. I know there's some psychological explanation about memory stuff blah blah blah, but they're pretty neat if you think about it. The way anything is possible in them, where scenes change in a matter of seconds, pain does not exist, and sometimes, you realize you're dreaming but you can still do whatever you want there. And how come a lot of times you can remember that you had a dream but not what it was about? I write this because I just had a dream and I thought it was pretty funny. Allow me to share a few that I can recall.

Me and some friends were heading out towards the lake to go out on our boat, but the lake was a little ways away, so they started to drive there. For some reason (gotta love these dreams) I was just walking while they drove. We enter a small town looking area where I begin to ride a shopping cart down a hill so I can move along a little faster towards the lake. This is when it gets weird. The little town suddenly transforms into a market in China or some Asian country. As I speed down the hill I lose control of my cart and fall to the ground while I watch it race out of control until the back bumper of a nice Mercedes brings it to a halt at the red light. Thoughts raced through my mind as I contemplated whether to get the fuck out of there or do the right thing and go see the damage because a raging old Asian man had already got out of his car screaming. I decided to go over there and apologize for my recklessness, and (thank god it was a dream) he was surprisingly cool about it. I offered him $50 to call it even and that was the end of that ordeal. Haha. Then I looked in my wallet and I had some crisp $7 bills. Weird...

As I was writing that dream I began to recall another dream that I can share. It was night, and I was in some dark alley. I was shootin some hoops, mindin my own business when a shot hit off the rim and bounced on a car that practically suddenly appeared on the side. I went over to retrieve my ball when this ghetto fool comes up to me and says that the ball hit his car. I apologized and pointed out that nothing was wrong with his whip but he proceeded to take his gun out and shoot me. I fell to the ground bleeding, but shortly realized that I was not in pain. As I laid there pretending to be in pain, I thought, "So this is what it feels like to get shot? This ain't so bad.." Once he was gone I picked the bullets out of my chest with my fingers and walked away with a limp. I don't know why I was limping, maybe I missed a bullet in my leg or something. Anyways, I then went to hang out with some friends and I bragged about being shot and how it didn't even hurt. I even had the bullets to prove it. The end.

I don't know if they were that entertaining for you guys, but the fucking construction workers behind my house insist on drilling on and off at 9 in the goddamn morning for the past 3 days so I'm up way too early for work. Fucking assholes.