dream 004

abbey, jaime and i were watching our usual wednesday night tv shows together when we decided to go get burger king, which was located within the kroger parking lot. this was not the actual kroger or burger king that i know of in the grandview area. while they were ordering - and they walked up to the drive-thru window and were actually served - i went to throw something in the dumpster nearby. all of a sudden i heard a cop car speeding towards the vicinty, and i got scared and ran back to kroger, although i'd done nothing wrong and the cops were not coming for me.

at kroger, i went inside. as i was walking in, i saw two bums and they scared me and stereotypically i figured they were going to mug me. so i hurried and ran inside the building. it was kinda late at night, but for some reason, there were a lot of people in kroger. i was looking for something when i walked in, when i overheard this dumb bimbo talking to her boyfriend who was older and visibly annoyed at her stupidity and constant blabbering on. she was looking for cheaper deodorant and so i told her that it was in some other aisle/section - and i called her "hon'" - heh - and told her i'd help her look for it. i could tell the boyfriend admired me for being so kind and helping out his dumbass girlfriend.

there were a bunch of other trashy girls looking for deodorant. one was looking at perfume which was also in that aisle, and the only perfumes available were by beyonce, a pussycat doll, and gucci. the gucci bottle was in the shape of a high-top sneaker and it was cream colored with neutral colored "GUCCI"s all over it. the girl looked over at her friend and said, "you think this would look good as a tattoo?!"

the girl and i couldn't find the deodorant and this older couple overheard our perilous search. they walked into the next aisle and found it immediately and told us they'd found it. we all chuckled together and have a movie-like togetherness moment.

the girl with the dumb gucci tattoo idea was hella ghetto and she was looking at some decorative glass bottles that were also in the perfume/deodorant aisle. she took each one out and didn't put it away when she was finished looking at them. they were taking up the entire walk-ways worth of the aisle and she was walking away, ready to leave and i said, "hey, didn't you get these out? you should put them away." ghetto girl: "you think i wanna put all those away? no. you put them away!" me: "absolutely not. you need to put them away." i thought for a second she might come at me.

drew smith's friend garrett & snazzy stephy from myspace were roommates with a bunch of other weed-smoking hxc/scene kids. the cops came, i think because they were growing weed in their house. when they did, i went out back because garrett kicked everyone out of the house. there were some pretty flowers and i thought to myself, "i remember taking pictures of these with my new camera."

april ate me out as we had a threesome with some guy at that house and she said, "yet another threesome with one of my best friends!!"

i was on a scary game show that was created by an illustrator/artist. something scary happened at the end of every episode and someone would die. the hosts were franz and this kid named IPILTEDGE. i specifically remember being like, wtf kind of name is that?!?! and then i saw it spelled out somewhere. I-P-I-L-T-E-D-G-E. he wore the weirdest/craziest fucking clothes. street-style/club kid-type stuff. in a montage sequence i remember seeing he and franz out in the street at night on neil avenue by that hospital building or something that i always end up parking by for comfest. the ipiltedge kid was wearing a bear suit.

at the beginning of the show there was this freaky obstacle course that people had to navigate on their own. there were random people all throughout the creepy place that everything took place in. you weren't allowed to watch the show on tv or be a part of it until you were 11 years old, and so the other 11+ kids and i that were on the show were each given some sort of themed costume with props. the point of the show was to see what kind of props would save your life when you came to obstacles that could kill you. some people were princesses, some were lumberjacks.. all very theatrical. when a new segment of the game would be released, all of the contestants would congregate in a creepy underground holding-cell. a man would deliver the illustration (drawn by the artist/creator of the show) to franz and ipiltedge through a pharmacy-type window. they would tell us about the next challenge as we quivered in the dark dungeon of a place. i remember there being typical scary green oozing kinds of smoky light coming from random places in the room.

dream 002

thursday, july 31, 2008

i was walking through a grocery store and pushing a cart. i'd run into ryan martin in one aisle and we'd talk about jenna k. and then in the next aisle i'd run into jenna and we'd talk about ryan.

intermittently, i was having a conversation with jimi payne via IM. but i wasn't on a computer or a phone or anything.

there was an art show at the school jen and i went to (which resembled a high school.) there was all this talk about how cheapened the art program had become and how no one gave a shit anymore, and the pieces that were chosen to be put up on display were complete crap. as i walked the perimeter of the school, i saw jess helping hang a large stupid poster-sized piece of "art" on the windows outside in the courtyard. strolling further down the hallway i ran into the only cool thing at the art show - some dude had painted a larger-than-life-size box mint green, and then taped that off and painted the upper and lower portions of the box blackish-brown and was a giant mint-chocolate ice cream sandwich. the project was intended for people to get hands-on with it, and you could make your own version in whatever colors (flavors) you wanted, and then it would get wrapped up in graphically labeled ramen noodle-esque packaging.

i was talking to this dude (who, in my dream i knew from high school, but didn't really) about graphic design, and i was trying to ask him how to do something on photoshop, but i couldn't explain it correctly. jimi chimed in via invisible text message yet again and was like, "are you serious? if you don't know how to do that you're a fucking idiot."

then jen and i were rounding the corner of the school again and we'd apparently been walking for miles. alongside us came this older-ish couple with a dog on a leash. we stopped to pet the dog and we told them all about sam and how much we loved him and how hard it was for us to let him go. they told us that they'd had to do that with a pet before, too, and that it would be okay because you never forget a pet that you love as a family member. i wanted to continue to walk with them, but jen was sick of walking and was like, "UGGGHHHH SO WHAT? ARE WE GOING TO CALL A CAB?" and i was mad that she was being so insensitive.