Evening
I walked into the apartment complex here and it smelled like my ex-girlfriend's and my old apartment. It kicked me square in the nuts. I rolled my eyes and then sighed a little and then shook my head as I looked at the floor. I just laughed the whole way walking up the stairs. It had the smell of fried spaghetti with parmesan sauce, garlic bread, and those awful blue candles that seemed to be everywhere at all times.
I got into the room and what did I have - I had the handicapped room? Son of a bitch! No tub just a bench and there are no walls separating anything and the light switches are all really low. This wasn't playing into my apartment fantasy. The "lady slaying pit of love" that I had hoped the week would be was just put into a weird sort of light by the sight of a huge metal walker bolted into the wall around the toilet. "Ladies...welcome to my...umm...physically challenged...nest of love."
So I sat down with my Boston Market dinner - I did not feel like cooking and decided to treat myself to some awful craptastic mindless food for the evening. I tried to type out a couple profiles for
JVMM but besides my Beauty and the Beast reference they felt sort of flat. Now I was disappointed. I sighed, watched 24, and talked to Erin online for a bit. Erin doesn't understand yet that I don't really enjoy chatting. lol.
I went to bed.
The dreams start. I don't truly remember them other than they involved birds, Jas, fire, bombs, birds - lots of fucking birds - me dying -, and the final one where I am a terrorist delivering a Dirty bomb to downtown Berlin. It was kind of wild.
It was me in a white jumper driving a van and I'm holding a red button. I know it's Berlin because I'm right under the Brandenburg Gate. And there is a little boy and girl playing catch with a red ball. I get out of the van and yell at them to run but they don't hear me. I look back and a wave of light comes from the distance. I woke up sitting in a hurry.
I don't know - but when I eat sugar before I got to bed I seem to have the craziest fucking dreams. (I cant find anything online about diet and dreams - but I havent smoked a cigarette in 2 days and they say that will fuck with you. I don't smoke or drink on the road unless I gamble.)
I woke up about 7 times. Each time I walked around the apartment, drank a glass of water and returned to Cartoon Network and bed. Cartoon Network soothes me when I want to sleep because Duckman / Family Guy / Yu Gi Oh make things easy to ignore.
I wake up at 5:30 to my phone buzzing and beeping.
There is a text message on my phone from an "Unknown caller"
Read message - "Did you have sweet dreams?"
Look with confusion at the screen - Text back - "Who is this?"
Wait - fall asleep again - Buzzing and beeping - "Knew you wouldn't."
Look at phone - look at clock, 6 am - I chose not to investigate.
So - whoever - umm - yep - those were my dreams and my evening. Cheers
