Dreams and What You Never Do To Me
Well, we'll start with what you never do to me. Really we'll start with what you never do to anyone. I mean - seriously- don't ever ever ever - never ever ever - call someone at 4 a.m. from another area code, from another person's phone. Why? Well, because the first thing that goes through my mind is "Oh fuck. My grandparents are dead." And of course I don't answer the call because if they were dead someone would leave a message and then call back two or three times. And to be honest I don't want the rest o fmy night being spent packing and rushing somewhere to something that is alread that I can't control. Well - guess what - calling at 4 am on a Wednesday from a strange number and leaving a message is bad enough but calling back 3 times leads me to believe that someone actually IS dead. So now I have to check the voice mails.
Look - I appreciate people calling me and leaving me semi-erotic phone calls at 4 am. But to be honest when you are drunk and interrupting my lovely 4 am (only time when it's cool in my house) sleep I don't find it amusing. I find it downright slavish and rude. The sediment was lovely - well not lovely - but enticing let's say. However, the idea that my Gram is dead somewhere on the side of the road and my Uncle's number, that is not in my phone, is blowing me up at 4 am to tell me the funeral is tomorrow and he needs 3 grand to help with the coffin and other expenses - is not how I want my dreams interrupted.
Speaking of dreams (oh the segwayyyyyy). I remember one of my dreams last night. I'm pretty sure it was because of my fucking phone ringing loud as all hell at 4am on a Wednesday... But I remembered it. It was vivid and it went something like this. Analyze if you like.
I was sitting in a big TV station audience next to a girl and her boyfriend. Her and I were talking for the first few minutes and then I looked over and saw this confused look on her boyfriend's face. He immediately punched me in the face and I laughed, rubbed my jaw, and said "Well done. Good balls for you kid." And then I went to give him a hug. He got a little greedy after that and opened his mouth and said something to the effect of "Your fucking dead." Yeah - punched in the face I respect - talking about future face punching or disrespect I don't dig - even in my dreams apparently.
So I said to the girl, "Baby I'm sorry but I have to hurt him." She shrugged and all of the sudden we were in the parking lot of a college. I had the knowledge that he was coming with 5 guys and I showed up alone because well that's the way I like it. I remember trying to talk him out of it - because I knew I was going to win simply because I wasn't nervous. Anyway - I let him hit me a couple time and then I head butted him, broke his nose, and he cried. I sat there with him holding ice on his nose. His friends and I stood around and smoked cigarettes and then some of my neighborhood friends from where I grew showed up and shot everyone except for me. I then drove away in the car singing.
And then the fucking phone rang -
The fight scene was much longer in the dream. I spent close to what felt like half my time trying to talk him out of fighting because even if he won he would lose eventually. I don't know it was vivid - I don't have a ton of dreams so it was interesting to me. Fuck it... lol
