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Gosh, I'm so tired and I don't really know why. Probably because I'm having these crazy ass fucking dreams and because it's the season where the lawn people like to wake me up before noon on a Saturday (seriously, it never fails - whatever day I have to sleep in, they'll be here). Have I mentioned that I'm looking forward to living on the top floor of 6 story building where there is NO lawn and NO lawnmowers and NO weedwhackers? Because I really really am. And OH MY GOD, 18 days until I move. Eep! I'll sign the lease on Tuesday and call the apropriate places to have the whatnots hooked up - electricity and high-speed internet *preens*. And, not that I can really afford much, I can't wait to start shopping for stuff for the bathroom and kitchen. And don't worry - I'm hoping to get in and take some pics this week and get some measurements. Plus, if I remember correctly there's one wall that I'm envisionaing a new collage project I want to start.
I was at home, watching the 8:19 news (WTF?) with my parents. Suddenly, I declared that I needed to go for a drive, and instantly I was in my car speeding along I-74 into Chicago (again, WTF? I-74 is the interstate at HOME, not here). So I take the Addison exit and follow it all the way down to the lake front, where I turn off onto 23rd avenue, which is the main drag through the towns at HOME, not here, and suddenly I am back home driving through Moline towards Black Hawk College. I turn into the parking lot and follow it around to a specific spot where I get out and look down. Written on the parking spot in spraypaint or something, is my initials: BJHK HERE. I whip out a can of black spraypaint and paint over it. That done, I get back in the car and make my way back to 23rd avenue, which has now turned into a freeway. So I speedup down the ramp and loose control of the car - I smash into the wall, but I'm still driving and everything is fine. When I get to the bottom of the ramp, there's a construction road block set up right in front of me, and I have to wait for the guy to flag me into traffic. So I'm waiting, and all of a sudden I'm noticing that there aren't any cars driving - it's all people either walking, running, or riding in shopping carts. I look down and find myself in a shopping cart with fuzzy dice hanging off the front of it. I look up and find the dude waving me into "traffic", and I merge with traffic. And then I wake up. WTF?
But, just like the last dream I posted, I think I've analyzed this one, at least minimally. God damn my brain is fucked up sometimes.
I was at home, watching the 8:19 news (WTF?) with my parents. Suddenly, I declared that I needed to go for a drive, and instantly I was in my car speeding along I-74 into Chicago (again, WTF? I-74 is the interstate at HOME, not here). So I take the Addison exit and follow it all the way down to the lake front, where I turn off onto 23rd avenue, which is the main drag through the towns at HOME, not here, and suddenly I am back home driving through Moline towards Black Hawk College. I turn into the parking lot and follow it around to a specific spot where I get out and look down. Written on the parking spot in spraypaint or something, is my initials: BJHK HERE. I whip out a can of black spraypaint and paint over it. That done, I get back in the car and make my way back to 23rd avenue, which has now turned into a freeway. So I speedup down the ramp and loose control of the car - I smash into the wall, but I'm still driving and everything is fine. When I get to the bottom of the ramp, there's a construction road block set up right in front of me, and I have to wait for the guy to flag me into traffic. So I'm waiting, and all of a sudden I'm noticing that there aren't any cars driving - it's all people either walking, running, or riding in shopping carts. I look down and find myself in a shopping cart with fuzzy dice hanging off the front of it. I look up and find the dude waving me into "traffic", and I merge with traffic. And then I wake up. WTF?
But, just like the last dream I posted, I think I've analyzed this one, at least minimally. God damn my brain is fucked up sometimes.