Hi people. So, geez. I started this whole recording my dreams thing over a year ago. I've had a few other dreams that I would have loved to put in here, but sadly I couldn't remember them well enough. So here's last night's dream. It was fun! I wish I could remember a few more details, like the conversation in the car and how the stupid dream started. xD
I really don't remember how the whole thing started off. There was a little island on a river, a park at the edge of the river, a restaurant, people yapping about ownership and stuff like that. I remember at some point that I knew I was an undercover FBI agent, and I had to talk to this certain woman. Her code name was Pinky. Well, somehow I ended up in the car of this gorgeous lady (oh, and my cover was a guy named Antonio. Why a guy? God only knows.) and she was driving me to what looked like a whore house. Well, I thought she was Pinky. So I made a silly gesture that apparently fellow undercover FBI agents make to each other (Basically I tried tickling her underarm), and called her Pinky. And she was like "Becky." and was about to cut off anything I had in the lower region of my body. xD And I was like "(Oh crap, this isn't Pinky...) I am.. so sorry. o_o I thought you were my old friend. She was a very beautiful woman, just like you." She seemed to like that story and somewhere along the line she gave me $35. Also, we got out of her car, and she asked questions about this 'friend.'
So I told her: "I had this girl in high school."
She asked: "Is she at home, waiting for you?"
I said: "She moved to Texas."
And we came across these kids, scamming people for money. Their leader is like "I bet you can't do this" in reference to sliding down this icy piece of hill in the nice shape of a kind of slide on one side, and an actual skateboard ramp on the other side. I'm like "You got it, dude. But you owe me this, plus 5 bucks if I make it." I gave him the money Becky gave me, he tells me I have to take the retard one, which is the icy slope. I manage to make it down the thing without falling over. And I got my $40. And then the kid challenged Becky. I was counting the money to make sure it was at least the $35 I gave him, and then the kid cracks off something about guys and gals shouldn't hang out this closely unless their married, and was about to check my hand for a wedding ring. So we split from that scene. xD
Next, we were at some fanceh hotel that I had to be at as part of my investigation. Well, we ended up running into people who I knew as personal friends from the beginning of the dream, who apparently also knew Becky. Somehow we ended up with two extra people as Becky and I are running for a hiding place. We found a little passage in the area diving the floor that had this huge event (that I was supposed to be at). It was stairs, so I went down them. I kind of jumped down from one part of the stairs to the next, seeing little rooms to chill and read, until I stopped seeing stairs. This was about 4 floors down. So, we all get down there, and this guy who is now with us has a walkie-talkie. And we're hearing this guy's voice on it warning us to cooperate, saying that he knows who we all are, and has access to our records. I recognized his voice, and took the walkie-talkie. I was about to tell him that he was interfering with an undercover investigation, totally risking Becky hearing me, and then woke up.
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Mainly a record of my more interesting dreams that I was able to remember after waking up. (Apparently my uncontrollable confessions, as well. In the form of poetry. All to the same man.)
If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold