Enraged

This dream will be used for years to come as a reminder that I don’t want to be seen while ‘very upset’. Oh Dylan, you hulky bastard you…

I’m at work (Thai Pepper) and talking with some coworkers while making some food. Shortly after I get off, I start drinking. Soon thereafter, I begin losing control of my emotions. I throw tables and chairs and shout at the top of my lungs because I am intensely angry at the state of reality. Adrenaline is surging in my brain. I haven’t felt like this in a long time.

What a jerk.

An aweful sense of social paranoia sets in just before I wake up. When I do, and realize that this was just a dream, I become incredibly grateful that I wasn’t actually acting in this way in front of other people.

Ancient Secrets and More

I’m at some archeological site and there’s a ton going on.  The ground is moving underneath my cohorts and I, kind of like in war of the worlds when the tripods come up from the ground. We’re in South America somewhere. It seems like this is an ancient Olmec city and that something trippy with aliens is about to happen. Explosions start booming all around us. I seek refuge under a table I find –> those earthquake and fire drills as a kid really made a lasting impression.

Smoking With Obama

At one point in this dream, I’m holding a thermonuclear device that can, if triggered, blow up the entire universe. This is slightly after a similar device has been disarmed and the world rejoiced that it had a little bit longer to keep doing what it’s doing. I’m in the same room with President Obama, and my brother and a few other strangers are there as well. Suddenly the clock starts ticking on the device (it says we have 37 minutes until kablooey time). I rush over to Obama and he’s all “Ah Fuck My Life, I just dealt with this.” I give him a hug to try to console him.

Thankfully, the universe doesn’t end. When Obama gets hold of the device he disarms it safely. What a relief. To celebrate, he picks up a large pipe and takes a puff of marijuana off of it. He passes it to me and even though it’s my month off I feel as if I’d have to be crazy to not get high with the president, so I take a few little tokes and pass it on. What a trip.

Drugged, Climbing and Running

I’m going out to a nightclub with some of my friends from work. David Clark is leading the way. He’s a cool dude, as are the rest of the gang. My brother is there. Before we get too far, my brother, some woman and I get to a climbing course. It’s kind of like a carnival game only it’s just us three and there are no prizes, if that makes sense. We all climb for a bit then get a call from Dave and head out. We don’t end up rendezvousing though. Instead, I make it back to a college, where some friends have been mixing strange drugs. One of the dudes I’m talking to ends up dying because of these strange mixtures. I wish I would have listened to him more instead of just waiting for my turn to speak. As ‘Fight Club’ as that sounds, it really strikes true. Wait. Maybe I just added that sentimental tidbit because I want the readers of this dream to think I’m a sentimental person. Dammit. I’m confused now. Especially because I know so few people are ever going to read this particular dream.

After that guy dies, I’m sitting and talking with another woman about a host of things. Then the conversation turns to drugs and whether or not I’m going to admit that I did some with her the last time I saw her. Perhaps I should check my drug log…

Wild Night After Work

I got home from work, walked in on Lauren and Jeremy making out on my bed and Ashley listening to music. I took a shower and changed, Jeremy took me outside to express his feelings about the unfolding situation. We both went back inside, had more drinks and everyone started making out (including Jeremy and I, which was a tongue fuck extraordinaire, all for a higher cause – getting the women topless). From there, we all got high, Lauren and Jeremy passed out (at least I assumed they were asleep) Ashley and I fooled around until I got off, I related to her my hatred of everything (our culture of debt being the most notable item on that list), we took a shower together and I went upstairs feeling somewhat uncertain about our relationship.

All these shenanigans were made right in the morning, but I am still pissed about having to work in a kitchen as a wage slave. I suppose I’m not dying of AIDS in Africa though, which is nice.

Driving to Canada, Finding Money

I’m in a car with Erick Johnson and maybe my brother, driving north of the border. We’re going to see Jeremy, who is tooling out in a cabin up the wilderness with a bunch of women and a few other dudes. We’re on a freeway going through one of the larger cities before we get to our destination in bumblefuck nowhere.

We stop at a lakefront that’s mostly frozen over except for the edges. Nick and I start finding money right close to the shore, and have to wonder if it’s counterfeit or not. At first it’s just a few coins (half dollars and dimes mostly) but then it turns into a bunch of bills. I’m flabbergasted and think for a moment that it must be a dream
(the kind where you find a bunch of money then wake up and are pissed that it’s not real).

Anyways, the dream ends after we reach Jeremy’s cabin. I’m carrying all the cash and coin Nick and I found and am acting paranoid that people are going to steal from me.

President Obama Sings The Blues

I’m watching a televised broadcast of President Obama’s most recent address to the people of the United States (and world). It’s a helluva thing because, well, he’s singing his address into the camera.

This probably has something to do with the fact that I fell asleep listening to Jason Mraz, but Obama’s tone was quite cheery considering everything that he was referencing – people dying, drug wars, etc. etc.

Mathematics Anxiety

I’m talking to Emily McGloughlin (sp?) about taking math in College. Apparently she has already been through the course just above multi-variable calculus.

I’m frustrated and nervous about my abilities to perform in this class. I don’t have time to think about it, though, because the next scene I find myself in is halfway around the world. I’m going on Safari, SAFARI!

Managing the Hut

I’m totally trippin.

In this dream, I am the one that is managing a Yogurt Hut, not Ashley. People are streaming in and despite the seemingly simple appearance of my job, I’m having a hard time of it.

I feel like I really have to get on the stick and get a career in this dream.

Cleaning, Bowling, Hopelessness

I started the day out strong when I cracked an Ashland brewed Caldera beer at Colin’s house to slurp down with lunch. That was a funny lunch. Talia was pretending that she ‘owned’ Colin – that they were married and she should be the only thing going on in his life. Whenever Colin would touch or even look at Wrenna, Talia would freak out and say things like ‘I am your only friend, we are forever Colin’. You kinda had to be there.

After returning home I drank the last two blue boar’s from the 6-pack Greg and I bought, then poured myself a peach fuzzy and got to work cleaning up the downstairs.

It was an angry cleaning session, as I became an angry drunk. Luckily no harm came to anyone as I swept and washed and vacuumed.

Then there was bowling later on in the night. Fun times with Sierra and her boyfriend Nick, Soleil, Ashley, Wrenna, Talia, Colin and Greg. Nick bought 2 pitchers of beer for him Sierra and I to split. Drunken bowling is the pinnacle of human achievement.