Pay Dirt

Wojchiech Kilar - Bram Stoker's Dracula - Vampire Hunters

Had a group of dreams that are made for the page/screen.

A beautiful girl standing in front of me (what more do you need?).  Slightly more petite than I thought I preferred, but who am I to judge?  The mood is already set without the build up (although the above song does help).  As I go in for a kiss, her eyes burn, literally, since she has fire in them and a mouth full of teeth set for gnawing bone (and not in a good way).

I quickly pull back and hold her arms so she can't come closer (this isn't how I imagined this to be).  Putting it together, I realize that as her sexual excitement increases so does her wickedness.  Don't get me wrong, this sounds like a dream girl for me (har har) but my dream self does not want to become whatever she is at this point so I explain to her that she will have to suppress her desire to kill me so we can consummate the other evil acts we want to perform.

As she leans in again, I can see the battle going on behind her eyes and she tries to fight off the homicidal urges (ah, women).  Before I know it, I'm taken to a parking lot where I sneak by an old woman in a shed and scope out a store to rob it.  This transforms into another theft where I serve as the distraction of a warehouse guard while the rest of my group steals the goods inside.

She steals my soul, I help rob a warehouse and all is good in the world.

Writing this, I realize I have a parentheses disease that would probably drive any English teacher crazier than my thesaurus binging.

Cue the Music

Vanity Fare - Hitchin a Ride

I must have been excited for this since last night it was non stop with the dreams. Impressed? Yeah I'm not either. It was odd though. I woke up around 4:14 and fell back asleep right away only to jump back into the REM cycle, and then again woke up at 5 something. As someone already pointed out after I shared it the first time, I had the ultimate Jew dream since I was sitting with the Seinfeld cast at picnic table. I remember the features of Larry David's face being much sharper though, if you can believe that.

The feature presentation though, involved a walk down a dark highway. The road would eventually lead to a dock, where I would take a boat to my boss's house on the lake (said house does not really exist in reality). It's night time, dark as hell, yet I can see where I'm going and can distinctly make out green highway signs for 495 every five feet along the road. They shine like they do in reality (usually due to your car's light but in this case, they were self-illuminated). I'm excited as I enjoy this creepy walk in the woods (I have a habit of trying to freak myself out by doing this when the opportunity rises in the real world). (It seems I have habit of using parentheses and so far every time, it's to announce something back in reality, so let's stick with that rule).

Why wouldn't I be excited? I get to take a boat to a lake house where I'm hoping they are serving some BBQ. As I make my way, I happen to stumble upon my friend JC. I say stumble because he's about 2 inches tall. Knowing that you only fight someone your own size, I sudden shrink to his height and we begin exchanging fisticuffs (yeah, you love it as much as I love my thesaurus. Suck it college creative writing teacher! I'll never back down!) Only a few punches in, and we jump to regular height and continue fighting. (Is this because I refer to Alice in Wonderland last time?) The fight comes to a close and logically I call my boss to tell him to turn the lights on. I never make it to the dock.

Reading what I scribbled down when waking up yet again, I slightly remember playing basketball using coins into a can with Sammy, the son of one of the employees of the camp I went to. More entertaining (and real) was the fact that one of my bunkmates would wear tiny ankle socks that were dubbed "Sammy socks" because at the time, Sammy was 4 years old. Ironically, I now swear by ankle high socks, but an apology was never issued to the above sock wearer.