Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Ive decided to write my dreams down now every morning when I wake up and Ill share them here. You can read them, or not....
Georgi and I were in the Super Bowl, In t-shirts and jeans not football uniforms like everyone else who was a professional player. Neither of us knew what we were doing. Georgi boldy dropped the ball in almost slow motion, everyone was so pissed. I did this thing where I ran ahead first and we weren't even supposed to run, we were receiving the ball. We were first hated but then we were going to be in favor because the people realized we had no idea what we were supposed to do so they liked us for trying basically, I was telling Georgi to "punch up the foreigner thing" because people liked it. (Georgi is from Bulgaria so I was basically telling him to pull the Yokov Smirnov stunt) Like pretend you dont know its called a football field and let them fill in the words for you when youre trying to describe it because they like to feel theyre teaching you their culture even though you already know it and dont care.... but nobody would remember because this jumbo jet that was supposed to do red white and blue smoke over the stadium couldnt pull up fast enough and crashed into the stadium! So we didnt have to worry about any of it. Then I was on a boat in the Bosphorous and I wasnt sure if the captain was aware of the hazards in the water (risidual from the hobbit?) there were stone huge heads of buddha (tai version) submerged under water blowing bubbles. i would go from being outside the boat in the water to into the boat in the hull. Bradford , Kris Haigh and that swedish blonde guy were there too as were two straight tourists, there was this Pupae about the length of my finger but fatter that was developing on the side hull of the boat. The boat inside was rustic made of all orangey brown wood. This very large moth was going to come out of the pupae it was moving around inside but it grossed me out and sorta scared me a little even but Im not sure why. I went over and talked to Kris I think and the moth came out, I was a little disappointed I missed it. Then I was in an antiques/art gallery type thing in Turkey and this guy had a dog named "dog" it was like a poodle and a boxer combined, brownish color like the boat. It was nice and I was surprised they let it walk wherever it wanted. Then we were at the hotel or home or something and bradford bought cocaine that burnt his nose really bad and we heard him screaming outside, I was sorta like "Told ya so" to myself. I saw these two white gay young guys run into their building and I assumed they were the ones who sold it to him. I then drank G straight from the bottle and worried if I took too much because I was falling alseep but it wasnt that big of a worry but I still wondered if I should puke it up. I then stopped dreaming.
Posted by David Mason at 9:57 AM