Binge Divides

I had a dream that I was living in a house with Ian in somewhere that I can only somehow manage to relate it being in Dublin.

We divided the house between us... an obvious divide. 

Concerns about the neighbors

Drug binge

Shortcake Meetings and Rental Racing

For $400 for the day you were suppose to be able to take out any car on a racetrack and race it for as long as you wished.  I thought it was for sure too good to be true... so when I got to the place of business I asked about it... they informed me that no.. that was not the case.. it was just merely to rent the car like a normal rental to see if you wanted to purchase the car.  I scoffed and said $400?? I could go to any rental agency and spend a fraction for the day and that that's how I came to buy my car when I did ... after renting and driving it for a couple days when my other car was in the shop.  One of the two guys there said they are reasonable cause now other agencies charge $1400... I interrupted him and exclaimed "Since when?!?!"... he though for a moment and said since November... Hmm.. ok... so I cancelled my reservation cause I wasn't interested in buying a new car... all I really wanted to do was drive one with some power around on a race track for the day.

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Former VP turned Director treated us to a full sized strawberry shortcake with heavy cream for some executive meeting that was being held in, of all places, my childhood bedroom in the house I grew up in.  We were doing some roundtable discussions and I had something I had wanted to address but one of the 2 liquors used in making this cake (I think it was Grand Marnier) was kicking in and making my memory fuzzy... so I thanked him for the cake and then the visual turned cinematic... the camera came in through my bedroom window and paned around the room as I watched other coworkers just going to town eating at minimum half of the huge cake we were each provided even the strawberries were over-sized and quite heavy.

Synesthesia, Ian, and German Wine

I attended a German wine party on a pier that Ian had told me about.  I went alone and did not see him there (not surprising as it was not his scene) - in the dream I was semi aware he was dead, but there was some hope to have seen him alive here.  

The wine selection of the night was one that poured orange and yellow slushy swirled.. some journalist made eye contact but sat to converse with another girl.  When she left he got up and walked towards the window when he saw me sitting on the couch just behind the wall against the same window.  He talked about the wine but found an excuse to leave. The wine was one of the best I had ever tasted.. I went to get a refill but the time limit was up.  The 2 girls responsible for the event invited me in their room and pulled out the wine I was seeking.  When they opened the bottle I had a case of synesthesia as I saw colors flow from the bottle like smoke and across the room to some sequence of music...

Clipper Garbage

When I went to bring the garbage cans in Waste Management had swapped my cans out giving me new ones.  The new ones were thicker plastic and much taller than my original cans.

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Ron tried to tell me he made the handle on the fingernail clippers that Pat had and that Pat was deciding who between us was going to be his friend.

Paranoid Misidentification

frags only because I didn't write it down as soon as I woke up...


Hans was Anton - meaning when I encountered him in person he looked like Anton..but when I saw him as Anton I didn't think Anton... I knew it was Hans.  We had passed paths multiple times though we weren't in the same group.

It's like we were all out doing things for Halloween but I can't recall being dressed up.

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In a kitchen talking to someone about marijuana and he made me change what I meant by that word cause he was paranoid that someone was listening... I had remembered two trucks parked outside his place of business one red, one white and they did seem rather suspicious.

First Love Past Blast

I had a dream I went to visit Shane.  Gosh... I haven't seen Shane since I was like 17.  I remember back then having a dream after he basically fell off my planet that we had a picnic under an oak tree on a traditional red and white checkered blanket.  Sitting on a park bench table Scorpions - Still Loving You played.  For a short time I convinced myself he must be dead and this was his way of communicating with me.  First loves. Heh.

Orange County Escape

Fuck it's only a frag.

I was stuck in an Orange County Airport trying to escape something I couldn't escape... the walls were tin... the rooms were tin...so every which way you turned it all looked the same.  Like some fucked up wall of mirrors but the reflection was so warped you could only make out a general ghostly shape.