Saturday, July 29, 2006
Weird Fucking Dream
I went out with a very good friend (which I'll call E from now now) and a female friend from the university (which I'll call L from now on) yesterday. I'll write a bit about that later, but now I have a weird dream that I need to get off my chest.
We were driving, and L said "Hey, why don't we play the game of immigrant worker or prostitute?" I jokingly said, in a dumb voice "How do you play that game?" (I think this actually happened last night, but it's so difficult telling apart the dreams from reality sometimes). We were driving around places likely to have prostitutes and immigrant workers, and began to play. E and I started calling out "prostitute" or "immigrant worker" whenever we saw someone.
After a while, and for no reason I can find, we were walking inside a brother of some sort. (I think L wasn't with us at that time, although in my dream we didn't drop her off at her house. I guess this dream only has the highlight, although the editing is a bit lacking.) E and I entered a room that had two rather small beds, which were against opposing walls. This looked weird so we went out of it. I don't remember if we went into that room again by ourselves or if we found the guy who runs the place and he escorted us inside with three girls.
E chose a girl and she started getting ready. She gave E what looked like a small container of lubricant, but was actually some kind of candy. I looked from one girl to the other trying to see who I'd like. One was quite fat and had a tattoo on the upper part of her left tit in the shape of a circle. I don't remember the other one. The girl E chose and the fat one were talking about how the MP3 player they had was supposed to be easy to reach. The girl E chose demonstrated that the MP3 player she had (which looked just like the MP3 player my dad got for my brother a little while ago) was strapped to her hip and was easy to operate. She pressed play and even though she only had headphones connected to it we heard music.
When this was happening E started talking to the owner and told him "We were in a place near Azrielli (which is a big building in Tel Aviv) and it looked much better. This place looks really seedy, and the beds are really small." The owner said something irrelevent about the size of the tables or something, and that's when I woke up.
I'm sorry buddy. Sometimes you get the good dreams, and sometimes you get the weird fucked up dreams.
I had quite a few weird dreams when we were going out more. We both were working, and E's ex wasn't quite a downer as she became later on. I remember calling this kind of dream "Vodka Dreams", even though I didn't always drink vodka. I thought about creating a webcomic and calling it that, but there's still the problem of me not being able to draw good enough.
We were driving, and L said "Hey, why don't we play the game of immigrant worker or prostitute?" I jokingly said, in a dumb voice "How do you play that game?" (I think this actually happened last night, but it's so difficult telling apart the dreams from reality sometimes). We were driving around places likely to have prostitutes and immigrant workers, and began to play. E and I started calling out "prostitute" or "immigrant worker" whenever we saw someone.
After a while, and for no reason I can find, we were walking inside a brother of some sort. (I think L wasn't with us at that time, although in my dream we didn't drop her off at her house. I guess this dream only has the highlight, although the editing is a bit lacking.) E and I entered a room that had two rather small beds, which were against opposing walls. This looked weird so we went out of it. I don't remember if we went into that room again by ourselves or if we found the guy who runs the place and he escorted us inside with three girls.
E chose a girl and she started getting ready. She gave E what looked like a small container of lubricant, but was actually some kind of candy. I looked from one girl to the other trying to see who I'd like. One was quite fat and had a tattoo on the upper part of her left tit in the shape of a circle. I don't remember the other one. The girl E chose and the fat one were talking about how the MP3 player they had was supposed to be easy to reach. The girl E chose demonstrated that the MP3 player she had (which looked just like the MP3 player my dad got for my brother a little while ago) was strapped to her hip and was easy to operate. She pressed play and even though she only had headphones connected to it we heard music.
When this was happening E started talking to the owner and told him "We were in a place near Azrielli (which is a big building in Tel Aviv) and it looked much better. This place looks really seedy, and the beds are really small." The owner said something irrelevent about the size of the tables or something, and that's when I woke up.
I'm sorry buddy. Sometimes you get the good dreams, and sometimes you get the weird fucked up dreams.
I had quite a few weird dreams when we were going out more. We both were working, and E's ex wasn't quite a downer as she became later on. I remember calling this kind of dream "Vodka Dreams", even though I didn't always drink vodka. I thought about creating a webcomic and calling it that, but there's still the problem of me not being able to draw good enough.
