Oooooookay.
So.... here's the dream.
I'm sitting in a lawn chair in a backyard, I'm assuming it's my backyard. There are noooo other houses in sight. There is a Mr.Turtle pool, a dog and I remember a wooden fence on one side of the house. The backyard was facing the desert.
I start feeling really hot and go to look for a drink in the fridge. The inside of the house was lookin like a scene from Gummo. No beverages in the coolbox so I start walking into the desert.
I end up at some mall. There are no cars in the parking lot and sand and dust is blowing around everywhere. The mall looks exactly like the Belz Factory Outlet Mall in Las Vegas and even though it looks like a ghost town... I continue to walk towards the mall... dying of heat and thirsty as hell.
In the mall... is only one store, 'Beckers'. How fucked is that. And even more fucked... the only thing they had in the store, was shelves full of 'jungle-juice'. EVEN MORE FUCKED..... was that all of the flavours were like 'mustard', 'relish', 'corn starch', 'celantro'... shit like that, stuff you'd never even think of drinking. So the guy behind the counter tells me that if I pay him $1000 he'll give me some grapejuice. I have no money in my pockets... only my cal ripken jr baseball card collection. After he looks the cards over a few times... he tells me that he'll do the trade. The guys wanders into the back room.... and didn't come back.
I go to see what's up and there is nobody around. I get all upset and decide to head back to the backyard.
as Im walking home, ... the heat starts killin' me... Im sweating.. dry mouth... I feel so bothered.....
.... then I wake up. I fell asleep in my sweater, trackpants & slippers and was just roastin' ! My mouth was so dry... I go to the fridge... whats sitting on the top shelf ? My half-full bottle of ocean spray grapejuice. Fucked.
That's the last time I wake up at 6am... smoke one and go back to sleep.
dang.
fattyp©2002
So.... here's the dream.
I'm sitting in a lawn chair in a backyard, I'm assuming it's my backyard. There are noooo other houses in sight. There is a Mr.Turtle pool, a dog and I remember a wooden fence on one side of the house. The backyard was facing the desert.
I start feeling really hot and go to look for a drink in the fridge. The inside of the house was lookin like a scene from Gummo. No beverages in the coolbox so I start walking into the desert.
I end up at some mall. There are no cars in the parking lot and sand and dust is blowing around everywhere. The mall looks exactly like the Belz Factory Outlet Mall in Las Vegas and even though it looks like a ghost town... I continue to walk towards the mall... dying of heat and thirsty as hell.
In the mall... is only one store, 'Beckers'. How fucked is that. And even more fucked... the only thing they had in the store, was shelves full of 'jungle-juice'. EVEN MORE FUCKED..... was that all of the flavours were like 'mustard', 'relish', 'corn starch', 'celantro'... shit like that, stuff you'd never even think of drinking. So the guy behind the counter tells me that if I pay him $1000 he'll give me some grapejuice. I have no money in my pockets... only my cal ripken jr baseball card collection. After he looks the cards over a few times... he tells me that he'll do the trade. The guys wanders into the back room.... and didn't come back.
I go to see what's up and there is nobody around. I get all upset and decide to head back to the backyard.
as Im walking home, ... the heat starts killin' me... Im sweating.. dry mouth... I feel so bothered.....
.... then I wake up. I fell asleep in my sweater, trackpants & slippers and was just roastin' ! My mouth was so dry... I go to the fridge... whats sitting on the top shelf ? My half-full bottle of ocean spray grapejuice. Fucked.
That's the last time I wake up at 6am... smoke one and go back to sleep.
dang.
fattyp©2002
