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Rapey Scooty

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red_scooter

Firstly the weirdest thing about the dream was the color palate — kinda pastel thing going on. Anyways, I barely remember anything about it aside from several things.
Time to make a LIST! (said like Jon Lovitz)

1. I road a red scooter that kept changing how old it was. It was brand knew one minute, thirty years old the next and vice versa.

2. I had a backpack with me.

3. I ate a sandwich while driving my scooter.

4. I ate that sandwich at the moment I stumbled across the street where the former homes of the Flintstones and several other old shows had been sold to real people and they were living in them now — and they painted them all normal colors making it seem really fucking weird.

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5. My dad repeatedly called me telling me to be careful.

6. I believe my destination was 7/11.

7. I got pulled over and didn’t have my license with me.

8. Officer made me call my dad, grabbed the phone and yelled something borderline rapey, and hung up.

9. The result of the traffic stop was the officer’s secretary (literally at a DESK on the side of the road) grabbing me the paperwork to replace my lost driver’s license.

10. I remember this feeling that I hated everything about myself, maybe that is actually how I feel, and riding my scooter was that moment during the day/week where I felt free. Which is definitely a similar feeling to what I get when I ride my bike since I started riding vaguely regularly three years or so ago. Something freeing about bike riding, especially when you get to have that City Of Angels moment when you are just gliding down a hill letting the world envelop you — letting the world take you in. OH RIGHT! The City Of Angels moment stops before she gets #SPOILERALERT killed in a car v bike accident (maybe this stupid bitch should keep her hands on her handle bars and her eyes on the road, am I right?!)

That is the entirety of the things I remember. And looking back I don’t think that guy was actually a cop. I think he just wanted to yell something rapey into a phone.

 

 

Inceptrix

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I finally remember a dream for the first time in what seems like forever, but sadly I don’t remember much more than the construct. Not sure if I am using the term “Construct” correctly (I refuse to look it up) but I am using it to describe what the premise of the dream was — the framework. The over all plot will forever be lost to the ether.

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Firstly I got exhausted last night, like INCREDIBLY exhausted  I haven’t been sleeping for a few days and it just all came to a head last night. Basically around 1 AM I was STILL watching an Angels game, and by the end of it I was passing out unwillingly. Maybe being beyond exhausted is something that helps me remember my dreams? Who the fuck knows, one day I will ask a doctor that actually knows things about dreams and REM state and science shit.

OK, the construct of my this dream was simple, wait — maybe it isn’t. Ummmmmm Ok let’s try it this way, ON the first level I am human, I exist — this is the level that we exist in right now, you know, reality. FOLLOW ME?! Ok so fejiPRIME is sleeping comfortably in his bed and as always I know I am dreaming. What am I dreaming of? WELL in my dream I am dreaming of me DREAMING — literally the first stages of this dream are me like brushing my teeth and shit (vaguely funny since fejiPRIME didn’t brush his teeth last night thanks to just passing out from extreme fatigue, or extrigue) and then tucking himself into a shoddily made bed. After a few moments of tossing and turning our young hero falls asleep.

BAM he starts dreaming about being this guy — let’s assume it is Gerard Butler but I don’t remember — and this guy is going around just being awesome. Wow I kinda just made this sound like Gamer a bit. ANYWAYS I don’t really remember much of what happened, but I remember it was a comedic and action oriented dream. So think of whatever Comedy/Action movie you want and put Gerard Butler in it and that will basically put you on the same page as this dream within a dream. BUT fejiPRIME’s final act of his dream was that the dreamer and Gerard Butler end up in the same time and space (NO THEY DON’T FUCK, though I wouldn’t be opposed) and it turns into a Buddy Action/Comedy much akin to anything Shane Black (most specifically Kiss Kiss Bang Bang one of my all time favorite movies).

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So there you go. A dream within a dream wherein those two dreams collide into one time and space. I assume it will be very homoerotic. And there was a happy ending by all but the bad guys! YAY!

wait — I just said “happy ending had by all” and “homoerotic” in the same thought. Whatever, there is no way I can get around the inevitable sex between the dream version of myself and Gerard Butler. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!? 

 

 

PS: Second time I have used a play on INCEPTION as a title.

Games and Contests

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Sadly the dream from last night didn’t remain fresh in my head. But a recurring theme in my dreams is contests, massive contests akin to The Hunger Games, The Running Man, or even Rat Race. Last nights dream was no different, but sadly I can only remember bits and pieces – mostly running, killing, and planning with allies. I normally don’t win these contests without great loss to myself and to the ones I care about. It is recurring in my dreams that I have to lose almost everything to accomplish anything – just wait till I get to a Hitler dream.

Supermarket sex and Ari Gold?

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For some reason we were partying in a Supermarket, not entirely sure why. As the night wore on I ended up having sex with the girl I was with near or behind the deli counter? Seems dangerous to do anything like that so close to a deli slicer. Wait, actually let me take back the time of day, it was afternoon sometime actually because I remember being told that my ex-girlfriend was outside and when I looked, it was bright. So apparently in this universe mid afternoon parties are normal in supermarkets. Honestly I think this would make supermarkets better, though debate-ably significantly less sanitary. No “clean up on aisle 4” jokes will be made here for the sake of not being that guy that makes super obvious jokes – I fucking hate those guys, unless they are doing them ironically, but then I probably hate those guys for completely different reasons.

As that party concluded I ended up meating errrrr MEETING (sorry for the deli counter joke) with a group of friends and heading to a mansion. Turns out at the mansion I’m meeting with Jeremy Piven and I don’t know if he is suppose to be Ari Gold or just Jeremy but either way he is a giant prick. BUT Jerari and I peel off the main party and go smoke cigars in this MASSIVE library with an amount of chairs/couches that would have taken a third world nation years to build and book shelves so high that you’d suspect that God would strike them down spreading everyone responsible for their construction to the far reaches of the globe cursed to speak different languages out of fear they would collaborate on such a project again.

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The meeting with Jerari turns out to be more or less him telling me who is hot at the party and who he plans to fuck, and during this entire process I am enjoying my cigar trying to steer the conversation in the direction that I thought the meeting was intended to be about. Sadly now that intended topic has eluded me and will forever be lost in the R.E.M. ether, but I do remember that the end of the dream had him beating the shit out of some guy – I remember vividly Jerari standing over the guy with his tie swinging back and forth thanks to the power in which he was kicking this guy and one of the lenses on Jerari’s glasses ended up broken in the scuffle. He stood in victory over the person with the appearance of a pirate that shops at Barney’s and I slinked away.

And with that I either woke up, or just don’t remember anymore.

This is the first entry into my dream journal. Some will be more detailed than others, some won’t, but overall it will be an interesting experiment.