"Am I Dreaming?" I ask myself throughout the day. When dream-time finally arrives, I rarely ask myself this question.
I am at a birthday party in an unfamiliar living room. The room slightly resembles my friend Pigeon's living room--minus all the dead animals.
We're sitting in a rather large circle which encompasses the entire room. Most everyone is around my age, and we all are chatting amongst one another.
I feel that this is a party for my brother, my brother's birthday party.
I am sitting upon a chair, and talking (intermittently) with the girl on the ground by my side. I am picking up good vibes from her, and I feel that this could go somewhere.
She is cute. And, she is smiling at what I say.
At one point, I feel the dream turn sexual and recall a jacuzzi--vaguely. The jacuzzi was back in some overly-sized master bathroom. We must have fooled around, because my Mind took the backseat, and the details become hazy. At one point--before, after, or during the jacuzzi--I sneak away to my bedroom. The sun is shining through my window onto my bed. My bed is below the back window by my dresser (parallel to the window), the pillow butted up against the dresser. I ensure the bed is made.
Now I have left the party, to run to McDonalds with my friend Beer-Bs in a Suburban. We get there and park at an angle in the back corner of the lot. We approach the drive-thru, but are now back in the vehicle.
"How may I help you?"
Beerbs blurts out, "Hey, HEY! Can you see my face?" He's smiling a big cheese-eatin' grin.
"Yes, I can see your face."
"Well don't I get a free meal for that?" It's _______, right?"
"Yes, sir, pull around."
I interject, "Hey, man, I still need to order--"
Too late. He's already blowing past the first window.
I notice the teller holding out a full chicken meal (I thought this was McDonalds?). She stares at us wildly as we pass, and goes on to toss the meal in the garbage conveniently located to the right outside of her window (my left at the time). This all seems so strange to me, as he snatches his free burger and coke and commences to maw it down.
[ I still have not recognized this to be a dream, and, only known to me now, I would never come to this realization until awake and alert. ]
We come around the corner of the drive-thru, and we are on foot. Hoofing it back to the corner spot reserved for his Suburban. I am irate with my friend. My Self is recognizing my friend's blatant disregard for me...which is common. At another point in the dream, my other friend (who likes dry martinis) owes me money and adverts the situation elsewhere. [ My unconscious concerns are getting in the way of this dream, and it doesn't stop here.]
Similar to a black-out, I do not recall the drive home. But, I know I am upset....and hungry. He offers me no bit of burger, nor single consolation. Fuck it.
We arrive at a school, similar to my junior high school. Everyone from the party is here. They are running about, laughing and chatting. I find my girl. We sneak off to the locker room. Once again, a haze envelopes the subsequent actions.
At some point, the girl that plagues my dreams arrives.
Something has happened.
I am on my way to the hospital to have some tests.
I don't know what for, but she is there with me, along with my parents and brother.
We are snaking our way through a old hometown-ish hospital. It resembled the old pharmacy in my hometown. Not many lights on, darkened corridors, lots of twists and turns. It was almost like the school, except I will spend more time in the hospital. I am talking with my ex. I don't know about what.
I spot a friend, Mikey. We chat for a grip, and then he disappears.
We go and find a table to wait at.
I see Mikey and Wes walk out back for a smoke from some unknown location--I assume they are leaving the ICU most likely for G-Money. The back area for smokers resembled a penitentiary yard. Gated. Small. One slab of concrete. Smoker's Haven, or Hell.
I turn my attention back inside. I am walking around. Probably nervous for whatever Beta Test they plan to run on me.
I notice the dream-girl's hand bag/wallet/thingy. It has a strange animal on it. Something like a particular dog, but I can not be sure of it now. It is all slipping from me. The best I could remember was in the shower, and the little shards that stuck to me from there to here.
It dissolves back into my Self, until a little later on down the road.
It was fun while it lasted.
