So my new mate goes, so you're not bi right? I'm like, no, sorry. He's all like I had this thing where I thought I was bi the whole time... Now I don't even think about it, I'm preoccupied with work and such. I'm like right right okay I see...
Uhh this dreamcatcher is fading... Something about a group of guys, at least me, Rishi, and Joker, body boarding or something down snow into an unsnow area, muddy and sunny and the like... Something about two big secret agents in black chasing us and us running away... I dived into the sand and started flapping about, trying to sink into the sand and hide. Then I sprint for this building at the edge of the desert and hide... Hide, run around, past perusing the TV and the fonts with the remote control, controling only oh so many channels (e.g. VH1 and MTV and BET all showing the same thing)... Running in the bathroom, cowering, something... Then I walk out and find Rishi... He's all like they got captured. E-mailed me. Coded me. Trying to decipher the code. Trying to escape cutting the bonds with peppers... So I tell him about the building, how cool it is because it has Official stuff in it... Diesel.
Then I mentally switch to one of our secret spy brothers, the one with the peppers... I imagine him bound up, and using parts of dried peppers from mess hall to break his rope...
Yeah, foreseeing the future with dreams... Right...
Posted by Mark Canlas at February 27, 2003 02:54 PM