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Forlorn Hope

20th June, 2005. 3:38 pm. The Pillow and the Fortune Cookie Fight over my Soul

Last night I had a dream, a strange dream, one of those great and horrible dreams which lead to pillows tossed around the room and a perfect awareness of life upon waking up. It was like being on LSD, if being on LSD feels like LSD and one happened to be aware of the message the gods of sleep were trying to convey to me.

My dream featured a girl and a car. We drove the streets of a city at night like some sort of Gonzo wreaking crew as we looked for a place to park and begin a two person orgy, her begging me to kiss her again and breathing deep and hard and asking me to preform sexual acts on her, of which toe sucking and spanking are the only ones I can mention here for fear of causing less open minded readers to flip out, move to the United States and begin voting Republican.

At this point we pulled over to Best Buy to pick up a pair of female hitchhikers, who once inside the car began to change into the first girl's best friends. At this point the two evil fiends dragged me from the car, screaming that I wasn't good enough for their friend as she was forced to watch from the nearest sidewalk, protesting that she really loved me or at least wanted to sleep with me. The she-wolves reentered the car and it transformed into a van, a real honest to god 80's style van, the massive bastard brother of today's suburban street loving, family friendly mini-van. At this point the evil van blasted towards me, speeding like a horror film killer after a group of drunken, horny teenagers.

It was at this critical point that I found myself spread out over all the corners of my bed, one pillow on the floor and with the very real thought that there was a message to this strange dream, a message far more profound that not picking up hitchhikers when looking for a place to engage in sexual activities. The idea that I was never to find true love.

If you're going to enter the land of Fear and Loathing there are few better places than an all you can eat Chinese Buffet in the Durham region, a combo that mixes the evils of suburbia with excellent chicken balls and other asian dishes that probably could not be found in asia. I was still slightly depressed from the revelation earlier in the day when I suddenly found a cookie in front of me, calling me name. It contained a secret message from a group of rebels working to save my soul from the evil beings who wish to me never to know love. It proclaimed "He Who Has Hope, Has Everything." La Resistance lives on, but I must be on guard as the evil love hating beings can take many forms. From now on you must all trust no one except the shadow resistance.

Current mood: Off the Deep End.
Current music: "Jumping Jack Flash" by the Stones.

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