Dream Boat

I don't remember most of my dream last night, but I do remember one part that I bought a gram of crystal meth and smoked a bit. Then I felt the high again, in my dream. I have this thing in my dreams that if I take drugs, I get high. Like before I ever did acid or coke or crystal meth, I had dreams that I did them, and I was able to feel the high in every aspect and all the physical sensation. It was kind of a creepy and weird. But anyway, the same thing happened last night with the meth and I thought I was going to get addicted to it again, because I had a whole bag left. I was walking down the street and there were cops who were approaching so I stashed the meth in this thing of oregano that I happened to have with me. I figured that the oregano would hide the smell of the meth if I get searched. But after I placed it in there, I realized that the bag of meth was a little damp and the bag was a tea bag. Therefore the meth would be covered by the oregano, thus ruining it for any further use. So I took it back out and wiped it off. I have no idea what this dream was about.

Another part of it, I was looking through some book that I thought it was a yearbook, but found out that it was, in fact, a book of people who died in the Iraq war. Amongst them was Sharnelle. This girl I went out with for a spell in high school. I was sad. I don't know what this dream was about either.

Another part was me as a great warrior destroying the evil warlords single-handedly. All my men were killed, and I was being attacked left and right and I could not be stopped. Then I woke up and I was at Club Nico and Chris Headley was there. I asked, "Head, what are you doing here?"

He replied, "I loved this place so much, I bought it." This dream, I understand very well.

Anyhow I'm very excited about getting off tonight as I get to do laundry. I also have not wanted to work this entire week, so this week just dragged on and on and as you could probably tell by my blogs, it's been very miserable and taken in stride. Also, tomorrow is my day off. I've been reading "The Trial," which is really great so far and I'm only in the first 30 pages of it. I plan to put a huge dent in that one tomorrow. We're getting two of our Netflix movies as well: "Little Big Men" and "Seinfeld: Season 1, disc 2." You know those old Seinfelds where they throw in the comedy act in between scenes? I never thought those to be funny. I really hate stand-ups for the most part. There are a bunch I like, but most of them are not entertaining. I actually want to beat them in the head with a shoe. But on the first Seinfeld disc, he did a bit that actually made me laugh.

Headley, thanks for the records. I like the huge shipping contraption you sent. At first I thought you just sent me a piece of cardboard for me to practice breakdancing on. Then I thought that maybe it's that glass prison thing that those bad guys from "Superman II" were in.

Speaking of "Superman II," there's this liquor store next to the laundromat and there's this cool guy that works there. I think that he likes me. I kind of joked that he was my lover because whenever I got there he looks at me dreamily and we talk a little. There's kind of this weird thing in the air. But I went there last week and I didn't really notice anything different at first and then he said, "Nice beard." I said, "Thanks," but as I said that I noticed that he had started growing a beard as well. Very weird, I must say.