Probably the most fragmented and most fucked up dreamcatcher to date, but that's okay...
So I take a document on social networking and "read" it up in my bed. That means hold it and collapse.
Things happen. I fall alseep. I "wake up" and think it's past four. The document was now on the clock. As moved by Rich Frank tells me.
More stuff happens.
I dream about being really angry at the airship engineers. I imagine being denied of my fake waking up and being able to go to the bathroom. They're like, can we go? So I'm like not really I wanna shower cuz I'm so ready. Then I cave and let them go, but then I make this rattled annoyed sound with whatever is in my hand and get really irrate. She sees me before heading in and she's like wow maybe we shouldn't. I'm like no, whatever, just go.
Stuff happens. Loud music is playing all the while. That's what I get for leaving my computer on. I dreamt of my roommates hating me for leaving it pumped up like that. But it turns out Frank was messing with the volume. All cheesy gay dance songs. Some good.
I climb out of bed, dash to the computer, and see that the penultimate song is Carry on My Wayward Son. Useful. So I take my pillow and take a dive to the futon.
I dreamt of walking down the hallways in frustration, trying to pout... Catching these guys do this synchronized foot dance thing in the RA's doorway as I held something and obstructed everyone's view...
And then The Crew came over. It surprised me. But it all made sense. There was The Wise One's actual guitar and some large fake model paper base guitar as well. Anyway, The One came over and it totally lit me up. I was like what's going on. And it was intrepretted that I was a poor baby, like I was in the hospital or something. But all was different. Blue, almost nasty sideburns. Think hair dye applied. But the mere thought of The One made me want to spring out of bed. And I asked and was given an answer... They're here for the function At Home. Something like The Last Kiss function... Why last kiss, I don't know. I get a peck and peck back. Sleaveless The One. And They said hurry. And hurry I did. Hurry to the possibility of hanging out tonight. But all I did was wake up.
I won't being hanging out tonight. Truth be told, I felt bad for asking. And I think he felt bad for answering.
I've got other bits of insanity to keep me busy.
Posted by Mark Canlas at September 26, 2003 04:28 PM