| 0105. Growing The Hallway |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|08:12 am] |
I entered a friend's house to see that their hallways were no longer tiled, but covered in tiny water plants with red leaves. In some places, taller plants stood up, green and black, and the entire plane of flora shifted and shivered with your footsteps. The taller plants curled and responded to touch as if they were some kind of animals. Easily, I thought, we'd solved the problem of their flooding hallways.
Upon entering the kitchen, I could feel that I wasn't welcome there. Her mom sat at the table giving me a blank, borderline offended look. I had been text messaging both her mother and my friend herself, but supposed I'd only mention my late-night visit to my friend. I went ahead into my friend's room. She then showed me a large flat peice of driftwood and the seat of a slatted chair that had been bolted to the ceiling. I told her of the other chair-seats that I'd found, one being more curved, with lots of bolts on it. After a moment, I was alone in the large hard room. |
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| 103. Glowing Orbs, Trains, and Playgrounds. |
[May. 15th, 2008|10:34 am] |
The simpsons were on and krusty the clown did something that made all these little bitty krusty the clowns multiply and run all over the floor. they were ompletely blue and didn't say much, jujst crowded the floors and crawled over feet and under tables.
Soon, the foot crowding feeling continued but the grapefruit-sized rubbery little guys turned into quarter sized glowing balls. i was at a train station, and it seemed like the glowing balls just wanted to please people. they couldn't be destroyed or taken back, so all of the tiny glowing balls in the world had a tendancy to find train stations and get down on the tracks, to swarm in waves together to the area under the door of the train when it pulled up and opened. it was dark and quiet and nighttime, but the train station was crowded with people mostly wanting to go west. It was an outdoor station, covered by a single roof over benches, with people on both sides of the track. there were a few tines the eastbound trains pulled up, and each time, i'd get very close to the edge and crouch down to watch the litlte glowing balls trying to 'light the way' for people getting off. there was always one ball that glowed slightly brighter, i think he was the leader. they bumped into each other and moved in little schools, glowinv a pale green all the while. the train moved on.
There was barely anyone left on the Eastern side, my side, but thw Westbound side was crowded thickly with people sitting or laying down, as if they'd been there for a while. they seemed tired. there was a man in a red track suit half laying on a bench, leaning on his bags.
The westbound tracks lit up, but from the wrong direction, as a single rickety car with one headlight went eastbound on them. It was a 'cleaning car.' The entire bottom of the car looked like bristles of a brush.
I smiled at the guy from across the way. He was an older guy, very thin and maybe sixty, with brown fluffy hair.
"That must mean Westbound is coming soon," i told him. He nodded. Some of the westbound people started talking, and there was now another man (or maybe the same red tracksuit guy) beside me, trying to give me a free train pass for the day. I told him I already had my tickets and he should offer it to a westbounder, but he said he was leaving and he got this from a buisness trip. I looked at it. It was a free train pass from June 8 - June 19.
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Playground
I was driving down a quiet highway with my family, surrounded by forest. It wasn't a dark, encompassing forest, it seemed like there was a hill that went down on the right hand side and then the forest began down there, so most of the forest I could see was just round green tree tops. Reaching out of the trees were two very tall 'towers' of different heights. They werent actually towers, just single tall narrow walls of wood (like those walls in military obstacle courses that look like bridges on their end). I had seem them before, when passing, and always wondered what they were. I asked my dad, but after I did, i could faintly see little rainbow specks on them.
"They're rock-climbing walls!" I said happily. We pulled off to go check the area out. I ran down a steep pathway between the trees and broke into a vast grassy valley with a playground in it, and a large pond who's water had receded greatly, leaving a sandy reddish shore. However, this playground was MASSIVE. it was incredibly tall, like a 20 story downtown building, with multiple tiers and an octopus of slides twisting and jutting out of it. There were tube slides, straight slights, curly slides, red plastic slides, metal slides, slides from the top, slides from the middle, slides into the water... just a dozen or fifteen different slides that held all sorts of possibilities. I ran fast into the valley and toward the ladder you get on in the middle of the playground-tower, looking high above to a cluster of three slides, turning and pointing up as i screamed to my dad "LOOK AT THE SLIDES!!!" I now had a little child's voice. I leapt onto the lowest deck of the structure and planned my course of action. First, to the very top to get into a curly slide. Then to the straight slide from halfway that led into the 'water,' but really just hit damp sand because the water was so low. Then to the climbing walls. |
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| 0101. Ban Su, My Laptop, Taylor and the Crew |
[May. 2nd, 2008|10:03 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | apartment, asian market, blackmarket, cantonese, class, drunk, friends, help, justice, kelsey, kin, krystal, laptop, name, resolution, restaurant, rtvf, steven, stolen, taylor, vego, vietnamese, イラスト | ] |
April 28, 2008
There was a gas station, a convenience store, that I was in with Krystal and Kelsey. they stood near the counter and my laptop was on it. I stepped down an aisle for something and when I came back, they were swaying and strange, drunk on boxed wine. I was shocked, asked if they were drunk, and realized something horrible.
My laptop was gone.
I grabbed kels's collar. "Are you drunk?! Where did it go?!" I snapped. I don't remember the rest of what happened immediately, but i was pretty pissed off. Enraged. Totally enraged. They snapped out of their buzz pretty quickly and became swaying sad people. The house is unfamiliar to me in waking life but it is theirs away from waking life. I finally pulled Kels under the stairs.
"i know this happened while you guys were up there. i don't have time to [be mad], it's not helping to avoid it, and the best thing you could do to help right now is tell me who took it..."
I believe this is when he said "Alright.. they took it to Steven's corner store..."
He was silent and thought about it. he seemed so tall. I believe i left and went back out to krystal, who was now with a group. one of the group was vego, one of the group was kin, but there were many friends there who were there to help. I briefed them on the situation, told them we had to go to 'little saigon,' and we began to walk to Steven's.
it was in a slightly bad part of town, and our group walked up the road and seemed to be in good spirits. The vibe shifted and I didn't seem afraid or angry so much anymore, and I believe I even skipped. we got to Steven's and the line was out the door by two or three people. It was a 'corner store,' but also a counter restaurant. Vego was directly beside me, and Kin was behind her, with the rest of my friends surrounding me, as we shuffled into the doorway. Vego held the door open. She and I gave off a neat vibe, like we were some kind of partner detectives, and she was explaining things she'd found out in more detail. she said i should "ask for Ban Su." she also told me that they were 'running this operation out of the back.' I took a breath. my mom was standing near the back of the group.
"Who wants to go with me..?" I asked.
Kin raised his hand quickly to shoulder level and said, 'I'll go.' I felt good and confident about that.
The glass door had images of the menu with little pictures taped up. They'd been printed from a home color printer, it looked like. I noticed it was Cantonese food (even though I think whoever 'Steven' was was supposed to be Vietnamese...) and decided i'd love to eat here afterward*.
( ILLUSTRATION )
Directly to the right was a sort of convenience store shelf, where you could get 'corner store' things, but most of the place was set up with flimsy round tables and plastic chairs, with the ordering counter straight ahead. The line was long. The place was bright with sunlight (the entire front of the store, where the door was, was windows, much like a convenience store) and the floor was white speckled linoleum. To the left was a door that was slightly open, and we went in.*
There was a large lady sitting down, with dark skin and black hair. I guessed she was Hawaiian or at least from Hawaii. In front of her, in the center of the room, was a fold out table piled ridiculously with electronics, slightly scuffed looking, ranging from laptops to tapes. The woman smiled and gave me a kind expression that made me want to cally her 'Auntie.'
"I'm looking for Ban Su." I told her. She said something nice and heaved herself off, walking off to go get Ban Su. She knew that it meant I wanted to buy some of these blackmarket goods. She came back and sat down, and I tried to look interested instead of accusatory. I remember raising my eyebrows and pooching out my lower lip, picking up a small pocket sized laptop and thinking i'd like to have one. I didn't see mine there. A thin guy with short black hair, Ban Su, came out, but I never looked at him. He stood near me pointing out different features of laptops and watching me look at them. I picked up one larger than mine and said I liked it because it was so thin.
He walked off and came back with mine tucked under his arm. My eyes caught it, but I didn't give myself up.
"If you like that one, check this one out."
I took it and looked it over, genuinely inspecting it-- for damage. It seemed alright. I noticed the lid was a little smudgy but it seemed alright. I held it and asked him for something smaller. When he dissappeared to go get it, the woman talked to me about price and asked me to write down my offer. I wrote down something like: "My offer is $10 and the fact that I won't be calling the police about my stolen laptop."
I walked out, not giving them $10, and joined my friends in line. I thought about the fact that maybe I shouldnt have offered them money and I should have called the police, but that little laptop did look pretty sweet.
We ended up leaving and walking to Taylor's apartment, which was inside of a strange buildings with breezeways instead of hallways. He wanted to go to someone else's apartment, and Kin's was nearby, but instead we went across the hall to another RTVF girl's place. The hall had a series of square skylights and that fake-turf brown 'carpet' flooring that was mostly worn away. It seemed to be the RTVF hangout place, as everyone was there. I got the impression that it was kind of a group house or something. I sat at a barstool against a bar that was backed by a white stucco wall, that also had square skylights above us. Some of the RTVF classmates were there, and it was brightly lit by sun, filtering through the skylights and open door-hall-breezeways. One of the girls was in a beanbag chair, and some students were at a tall white table on tall chairs across from me, studying or talking or something. It was a small place, but it was a comfy one. |
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| 0103. Snakes |
[May. 2nd, 2008|09:47 am] |
I was in a huge place that had the feel of a garden center, but wasn't. There were huge square, low ponds that stood about 1.5 feet off the ground and they were laid out in a grid. the place had a concrete floor and the ceiling was just black mesh garden-fabric that loosely hung high above and blew in the wind. at first, we were just looking for the snakes. it was a beautiful morning in the cool shade of the place, it really was. there was a snake in every corner of each of these ponds (the ponds were about 15 feet long on each side or so and lined with a white tarp or something, that was slippery and had a bit of dirt on the bottom). we were walking around feeding the snakes. some of the snakes were in buckets or some were in corners of the pools, but we would spot one and carefully go over to feed it (and of course, take a picture). the place was as quiet as the snake's silent stares, and in turn, so were we. the snakes were big. they were each maybe two inches thick and three or four feet long. They were brown. i knew i had to be carefully near them, as they definately could hurt me, but they seemed placid as of right now. we had baskets of eggs for them, and we would carefully toss or drop one into the corners. at one point, as i tossed one in, the shell gave a little in a springy way and broke when it hit the water. the yolk dropped slowly down and the white followed, like a lava lamp. the snake dove hungrily after.
Notes
Before I went to bed Miyuki sent me a picture of a 4 foot long black corn snake eating one of her chicken's eggs. |
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| 0100. Jack Hannah, Filming, Kidnapped |
[Apr. 11th, 2008|10:12 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | captive, daniel, fear, filming, intense, missing out, panic, pursuit, quatre, reoccuring, resolution, the vicious shaved head man | ] |
Filming for Jack Hannah, the Jerk
I saw, like a movie, a series of strange scenes: A 15 foot long rattlesnake, dead and hanging out of a high hole inside of a boxcar with debris in it, a tarantula crawling on dry dirt through a hole in a floor, a closeup of a tiny beetle on something. I was the camera operator for Jack Hannah and we were outside in New Orleans on the edge of a pond. There were small beetles all over the surface of the water, gathering at the water's edge and floating on the surface, along with trash scattered on the shore. It was twilight, and very quiet. The area was isolated and it seemed that no one lived there anymore. Jack Hannah was in the water to the right of my frame, the edge of the water on the left, and I had zoomed in on the beetle water lapping against the edge of the smooth and hard dirt shore.
I zoomed out slowly as the take started, with jack hannah talking about the situation, until I settled on the shot as he finished. I moved the camera quickly up and to the left, where there was a female reporter standing in front of a slight ridge with the sun setting in the background. She began to talk about the situation as if it were a news report, and I realized that there was something half covering the lens. Jack hannah walked over to my left and in the middle of the take said "She's awful. thats pathetic. great." and began just outright insulting the woman and talking about her as if she wasnt there. she seeemed taken aback and tried to keep talking but i stopped the shot and lowered the camera, looking at the lens. I was going to say something to him (even though he was the director and it was definately taboo-- you just did what jack hanna said), but I noticed a small circular patch of 'screen' material literally stuck to half of the lens. I peeled it off and realized the lens was covered in some sort of sticky substance.
"Do we have turpentine?" I asked jack humbly, and he began to answer me but some producers came over (out of no where) and began talking to him, so my question was dropped. My friend¹ from high school, Daniel Hutchison, walked over, and I sighed and told him we needed some turpentine. we talked quietly for a sec and we were going to go together, but jack hannah turned and picked up again in a crass way. "What about turpentine?"
"I'm going to go get some." I explained.
"why?" he snapped back, "we dont need it."
I saw the camera case laying aside and i knelt down to look through it, discovering there was a bag of lens wipes in there. I pulled one out and felt the cool moist surface on my fingertips just barely, but--
Kidnapped
Somehow, I was suddenly walking in the middle of the night in front of the Braums by my house. I had called the police on a car who was being disruptive or something. I walked east on the sidewalk, and as I crossed the driveway, a large car like an old cadillac pulled up. The guys inside yelled and I left down the sidewalk. I'm not sure how, but I ended up at a warehouse having a kind of strange feeling that I was being followed. The car pulled up and my heart began to pound. I knew that they had either Vego or my Dad or a Guy Friend (it alternated) in the car and I had to save them, but I made the split decision to bolt inside, as nothing I did would help them out there right then. Inside, it was absolutely and completely dark. The walls were made of corrugated alumnium or something, it felt wavy and matte, and i swung down a 'hallway' that i felt. On the ceiling, i could see light come in dimly as someone opened the warehouse door. It was like the wall i was against didn't go all the way to the ceiling-- and none of them in. I realized quickly that it was some sort of maze. I felt my way down the maze's pathways, hearing the man's voice yelling somewhat behind me to someone else, and i took my phone out. They had thrown my phone down and broken it and it didn't have any numbers anymore, just a plane of buttons where they used to be. i could see the flashlights of pursuit behind me. As I rounded a corner, I saw a street sign on a signal light, right there in the middle of the maze, lit eerily as if there were a streeghtlight there-- but there wasn't. It read "Thannisch." I kept trying to find '991,²' but kept hitting 901 and 911 and 910 instead. I finally got them.
I gave them my full name and said, in a quick, clear, and low voice that I was in "some sort of maze near Bowen and Thannisch."
"Well happy birthday!" the operator cooed in a happy voice.
I was afraid this meant they had the wrong person. The man got closer and I moved on, now feeling panicked. I went through a door and found myself outside. The ground was dirt and I still couldn't see anything, but felt a boarded up and painted window behind me.
"It's not my birthday and i've been captured, and i'm being followed please hurry-- there is a boarded up window where i'm standing and a sign that says 'Uchinos (something)' next to the door, and--" I had felt the sign and was feeling around for more details. There was a light around the next bend, and I ran toward it, but out came a vicious angry man who was somewhat short and small, with lean muscle and a nearly shaved head (he had hair that used to be black but now had brushes of grey in it), and he was coming at me angrily, with brash movements³. I dropped my phone and could see his teeth, and I heard the door open behind me. The man had an arabic accent.
Suddenly, I was in the same place, near the same spot, visiting, but a year or so later. I was visiting from the mental hospital. The place was nicely lit and I was standing in the 'end' of what had been the maze, a large open room of the warehouse. I felt sick. The walls were flat and painted a nice maroon color with black trim, and there were nurses standing there, one escorting me, and we were having a sick 'reunion' of sorts with the 'other people' involved in the maze. There were nice sconces on the wall. This place had been turned into an assylum, which is where most of the others stayed, but they were much worse off than i was. They were in wheelchared and were completely impared and plauged by past trauma. I walked across the room to where one of the maze walls had been taken down, and I saw that close to the wall was the sign that I had felt in the dark that time. It was near a modern looking sconce. A team of nicely dressed waiters and waitresses smiled at me.
"I remember that sign-- there must be a boarded up window on the other side of that wall, next to the door..."
One of the men, who was tall and had a small mustache, smiled and nodded. I went on to describe other details that i had felt out that night, and looked at them. "I guess i did pretty well."
I was back on the shore of the Jack Hannah shoot. They had finished the film, including editing, without me, and i watched it on the viewfinder. I was depressed that i had missed my chance to film, but noticed that, at the bottom, they had credited me: simply as a lowrcased 'shen.'
I was a little happy, as they had kept my scene, but kind of felt that i was credited out of pity only. And then i wondered who had done that-- Daniel?-- as Jack Hannah, the arrogant and self absorbed ass⁴, would not have thought of it or approved it had someone else. Or... would he?
Notes
¹ I really do know Daniel when I'm awake.
² This was the correct number for the police in my mind. That's a little unnerving.
³ This was actually the leader from 0079, I believe now... odd...
⁴I have nothing against waking life Jack Hannah. I have no idea what this is about.
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| 0099. Fayeed Thanking, His Mark on My Arm |
[Mar. 27th, 2008|08:36 am] |
I was walking past the Wendy's drive thru when I noticed that people had stuffed some dollars around the speaker. These didn't seem like tips, but lazy/mean people 'trashing' the place up. It was dark outside. I had frequented this place often and it had closed for a long time to remodel, but had been open now for a few weeks without my visiting. I walked through the drivethru and pushed the button, telling them that 'this may sound weird but someone had trashed out their speaker a little bit and I just thought she should know.' As i was telling her this, i noticed some of the bills were crisp and $5 or $10. I took them quietly and put them into my pockets, taking many of the $1s as well. She hesitated, thanked me, and told me to come inside. Great. I started feeling guilty, and then wondered if they had survellience cameras.
The man who owned it was tan skinned and from the middle east*. His hair was almost shaven, and he had a little bit of stubble on his face, both having been black in his past but were now speckled with grey.
When I walked in, he walked over to greet me, but recognized me. He smiled, greeted me, and told me to follow him into the back. We walked through the restaurant, which began as a normal burger joint, but as we walked down the hall, we began passing double glass doors which had little floor seating areas inside, in the style of Mediterranean restaurants, with lots of pillows. The hall was long and became ridiculously decked out in extravagant things from wherever Fayeed was from. The walk down the hall was both exciting and nerve-wracking, as I began to get nervous. His black-suited lackey, with nearly shaved jet black hair, was now following. Fayeed was making small talk and seemed to be trying to ignore the extravagence of the place, and led me into a room where he opened the door for me. We went in, and Fayeed thanked me, and said he'd like to repay me. I said no, no, thank you, please dont... all the while worring that some of the money in my pocket would fall out. I felt sick with guilt. Fayeed's man took my right arm from where he stood somewhat behind me, and rolled up my sleeve. He began to paint arabic looking lettering on the belly of my forearm in stark black ink as Fayeed insisted. As he explained to me where I had to go tomorrow (to get the money) he was rubbing a pen on top of a solid gold marble on the end of a long stem. When his lackey was done with the quick paint job, he took my arm and held it out to Fayeed, who held out the paintbrush (which used to be the pen) and placed one fat stroke of gold going up my wrist, right in the middle of the last character that his man had painted*.
I looked at it and looked at him. He smiled the smile of a man who'd seen pain but was now happy. "Sadly enough," he said of his mark, "It is a flower petal."
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| 0097. [Part II] ...and a Pirate Role Call |
[Mar. 18th, 2008|11:02 am] |
I was sitting in a front yard with a small group of peers (four or five) or friends. Vego was there, talking on the phone. The girl who couldn't speak a known language was there. Someone else was there, and had two bows and arrows. These bows doubled as light sabers and had interchangeable weapons-- real arrows, shooting sabers, suction cup arrows, sticks with teeny tiny stuffed animals on the ends (those came in a strip and were shaped sort of like bullets, about bullet sized, but were soft and animals). It kept trying to shoot suction cup arrows at vego, who was pacing around on the cell phone, and the girl who couldn't speak, who was sitting at a picnic table in the front yard with her back to me. I was actually trying to shoot the arrows at the picnic table to get them to stick. Vego came suddenly out of the house where she was and was dressed in a black and white southern bell outfit. We all groaned and i shot an arrow at her, then told her she was sunburned. I mentioned something about worrying about my paraquins (?).
It began to sprinkle, and the overcast grey skies darkened drastically. I knew we had to leave. The feeling was that of an evacuation or desperate escape. The thunder ahead was unsettled and deep. We began moving, the group having grown now. We got to a highway. The guy who was with me, older than me, lean, and dark skinned, was directly behind me. He had dreadlocks that were a dark rust color, and I believe his name was Bane. Vego, who was no longer dressed in costume, had taken the back of the line to strengthen the group. For some reason, formation was important and we had to have someone we trusted back there who should be strong if something happened.
Getting on to this road, which was already high up, I looked down at the highways. They were like a mixmaster from hell. One, far below, was void of cars. The southbound direction was below that, instead of beside it, further down. The east-west highway was the furthest down, with cars looking like thembles. I stopped crawling, held on to the edges, and looked back at Bane.
"Will there be lightening?? They've cleared 35!" I got down, flattening out. We began a belly crawl on the soaking wet highway, because it was so high up. It was as narrow as our bodies, and with our elbows tucked up beside us, we could barely grasp the tiny edges to make sure we didn't fall. Just inside of the concrete edges were slick metal rails. Now it seemed more like a concrete roller coaster track.
Our entire group crawled along like this, soaking wet, and every time the road curved, the edge lessened to no more than a centimeter. The road steepened drastically, like a roller coaster track, and i began sliding down, gripping the metal bars to control my speed as best i could. Since it was so steep, i couldn't very well see ahead of me. I called back to the guy, "Whats ahead of me, Bane!!"
"A split! One of them goes-- into the water!" (The water was supposed to be avoided, as it was very very cold)
Now below us was a vast plain of water, rather than roads, and as I veered left, I began to try and pop up like i was on a surfboard. I knew where I was! This was one of Vego and lairs, but I spent more time in it than she did. I surfed down until just before i got to the water's surface, and lept over to the structure's deck. It was a small place, (imagine part of a wooden jungle gym with a lookout, but it had a roof, like a small treehouse), with a layer of small decks below, with a hole in them that went down to the water close below, as if to provide a place to fish. Back to my jump. As I leaped, in midair, my wallet flew out of my pocket and landed with an uneventful splash in the water just beyond the deck. It was very dark out, and hard to see, because of the storm and night nearing. It floated out of reach, under a piece of another deck, and I jumped into the water after it. I dove under the structure, looking up for the floating black shape, feeling the cool (but not freezing) water surround me. I reached up for the wallet, and it floated away too quickly, but I eventually caught it and swam up through the hole in the small deck under my lair. I climbed out onto the deck, noticing how high the water was for the first time. It skirted the edge of one of the shelves on the deck, lapping at everything that lay out. I pushed some half floating things out of the way, searching for something. I found a bunch of coins, just barely under the water's surface, on the deck, and I grabbed a tin box and scooped them into it. I snapped it shut and put it into my pocket, and, being already wet, jumped back into the water.They all had veered right at the split and reached land, as if they knew I was there on purpose, looking for something. The water below me was clear and only about five feet deep, and I remembered the white sand below.
I reached the edge of the body of water, a deck, and heaved myself up onto it by my group. It was now a dark night time, and string lights lit the area, crowded with other groups, all with a sense of recent arrival and excitement, but relief. I stood with my group. "I got my paraquins." i mentioned to vego, patting my pocket. I noticed that she didn't understand me completely, and I clarified. "They're sort of.. non-american coins." they were more than that, but i didn't know how to explain. She laughed, "I thought they were some type of machine."
I smiled. We were all sort of facing a counter of sorts, and I realized Bane had already gone up to sign us in. This was a headcount-- this was a pirate roll call. I went up there, too. We were both captains, after all, and there was no way i was letting him alone speak for us. When i got up there and stood beside him, he turned and held out a water bottle filled with an opaque white liquid. He had grabbed it for me, something that you were given when you signed in. "Milk?" I asked, thinking i needed water more than milk.
He smirked. "Rum."
I took it, and sipped. I felt as if i had hit the jackpot. This is the best substance I've ever tasted! I pulled the bottle back and looked at it. It was crystal clear and amber, now, but lighter. The spices remained on my tongue and mingled together like some sort of liquid, smooth spice cake. Faint roasted flavours brought it a rich roundness. It had no obnoxious kick, it had nothing but a slightly warm flavor of the most amazing spices i'd ever had! Bane was gone. I had to have more of this, so I leaned on the counter. Behind the counter was busy and dirty, with broken wooden tables housing paper and bottles.
A different guy walked up, a very tall guy in black clothing and a cloak. "I've never had something this good! I don't like Captain Morgan much and this is FAR better!" i told him.
"Hey!" he exclaimed. I had offended him, and he gestured at his attire. Oh, he was a young, fresh faced captain morgan. Someone held a bottle out for him and he tasted it, keeping eye contact with me, and sucking the bottle dry. I was annoyed and hoped this wasn't some sorry attempt to impress.
"Well, what is it?" I asked.
"I think its marianos," he explained, pointing to an aluminum bottle on the corner of the table, with teal, victorian decorations on its silver surface and a fancy label. I asked the counter guy (who wore goggles) for the bottle, and he yelled back through a hole in the wall behind the counter.
The scene cut, as if in a movie, to a small man wearing an rubber blue elephant trunk on his face, in the small and dimly lit room, pushing some kind of peddles with his feet.
"Sitting bear, what do you think..." he asked in a nasally voice. The scene cut to a man above him on some kind of scaffolding, 'creating' a huge bear's face somehow. The man tugged on the not yet in tact lip of the bear, pulled it up to where it should be, and suddenly, without eyes or a head or anything behind it, the giant head began to move, blinking, sniffing, squinting, moving its lips. He dropped the lip and it returned to its inanimate state. "I don't know, sitting duck."
The scene cut back to the peddling guy, who now had a duck bill on.
It went back to my point of view as i grabbed a bottle for V, thinking 'what the hell was that about?!'
As I turned, I realized something. I had left my wallet behind at my lair, thinking so intensely about the paraquins.
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| 0095. The Vietnamese River Rabbit Man |
[Mar. 9th, 2008|01:13 pm] |
I was in Vietnam on a riverbed in a forest, and in a basket hanging on a tree was a small baby rabbit. Some rabbits, a voice explained, grow without ever having been fed or cared for. This one had hatched out of a tiny egg and lay dormant, the size of a croissant, in the shape of a cashew, in the basket. it was white and had red eyes and flattened himself out, not knowing how to be a rabbit, and did nothing but lay there panting. I slipped my fingers underneath it, wary of the sharp teeth that seemed to top its snout, and walked to the slippery river bed. I had a red straw in my hand. If this thing grew without food or water, as it had, it needed something. I dipped the red straw in the water and touched it to the (now much smaller) rabbit's nose. I didn't see its instincts kick in and show it how to drink. I dropped the water into its open mouth and got a little bit more. Now the rabbits tiny face had turned into a tiny man's face, a little asian face with an expression like that of a kabuki mask-- open mouth, open unfixed black eyes, and broad, thin eyebrows. The entire body was now a tiny man's in nondescript clothes. The tiny face seemed waterlogged now, with water on its eyes and in its mouth and nose from my droplet. I blew it off gently and saw the mouth fill with air. I would have to take care of this tiny man. ( notes )
Edit: I remembered a part of another dream where I was in Japan and saw a coffee shop called K'SA10. [I am in LOVE with this name for a coffee shop. The japanese word for 'coffee shop' is 'kissaten.' What a creative dream.]
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| 0088. The Forum as a building, Japanese, Frisbee, and Mooney the cruel |
[Dec. 11th, 2007|09:20 am] |
I was in a crowded building, with people doing things every where. It had the feel of a popular art show. I had been on a computer in the building earlier and saw that a new member had signed in, named, Hiratio or something, and that that member had a tiny Japanese flag next to their name (on the forum, everyone had a little flag displaying their country). I was quite excited because I hadn't met a Japanese Spree fan yet. I knew everyone in the building from the forum. When I squeezed to the front of the room, there was a table with some people sitting at it, who held an air of importance. I went into the next room over, which was less crowded and very quiet. Computers lined the walls, and sun came in the windows softly. I hopped on one of the computers by the door and looked over to my left, against the wall, i saw the back of the new member.
She turned out to be a girl. She'd written on a peice of paper "Momo" (peach) and drawn a round face. I wrote down the japanese for "I like momo" and showed it to her. She was very excited. We saw a tv on with people doing excersizes (where they stand in place and twist their upper body back and fourth) and I joked that they were trying out to be choir members.
I went back into the crowded room, now nighttime, and saw Julie (of the spree) sitting at the end of the table nearest to the door. I smiled at her and leaned on the table.
"Julie, I wanted to tell you about something funny... You may have seen it in the forum's greatest quotes section..."
She mouthed something to be that I just assumed was an affirmative word, more imperatively.
"Yeah, there were these dolphins..."
She mouthed it again. I leaned closer. I wasn't sure why she was mouthing something instead of saying it, but I couldnt hear her. I finally figured out she was saying "Can it wait!" And I shrugged and told her sure and went out the door behind her table.
There were people outside playing frisbee everywhere, with one aerobie. I caught it, tossed it, and joined in, but as it was getting (?) dark, I ran to the parking lot to proudly get out my glow in the dark and light up frisbees. I was going through my frisbees trying to decide, stood up, and saw a frisbee thrown into the garden center, over the fence. I walked over to get it when I heard male voices. There was a floodlight mounted on a building which was very close (a foot?) to the fence. There were some cinderblocks holding up logs to form sort of a set-off area. I realized that there were about seven different lizards running up and down the rain gutter downspout. The voices were incoherant and strange; flicking through the air. "I'll give you a chance for only 5 dollars..." floated past my ears. I saw a flourescent like glow coming from behind the brick building.
I squeezed in behind the building and heard, back behind me, men reading from a newspaper about how "staying with the team is just not worth it, and he feels disrespected and taken advantage of."
When I got back behind the shed and turned behind it, i was in a garage where Cameron Mooney was standing. I had on my geelong guernsey, and held the frisbee in my hands.
"Mooney, I just wanted to say that I respect you very much and, without you, I'm not sure i would have fallen in love with the game as much, because seeing you play did it full justice. You have a lot of talent, but... I think if something is making you unhappy or its making your life difficult, you should..."
He scoffed and walked away angrily, ranting about the fans telling him what to do. He went on and on about it and then said something snide about "That asian girl," and how the only reason he was in it anyway is because of the girls.
"I thought you were thinking about leaving the team..."
"NO!!!!"
I felt thoroughly dissappointed and sad, and dreaded walking back out past the other footballers.
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What a wierd mash of many of my favorite things.
The building was the Spree forum, the rooms were different boards. |
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| 0085. Vego adopts a Kittenbaby at the game shop |
[Dec. 7th, 2007|11:05 am] |
Vego and I were at a game store that also had pets (?) and after picking out a bunch of games, she also picked out a fluffy white and grey spotted kitten. When she sat it on the counter, it was laying on its back squirming and it was just entirely round and fluffy. It had these big round, reflective blue eyes and a little open mouth. I took it outside, but then it was an actual person baby.
The baby had a big diaper and a sweater and the same round blue eyes as the kitten. Vego was still inside but asked me to think of a good name. I kept coming back to 'Von' and laughing because it would have to be short for something and the only thing I could come up with was Vonvon. I sat the smiling baby on my knee and I was wearing white pants.
Across the street from the store was a parallel parking area with a blue rope across it deemed "Wii Parking!" Apparently it was so parents could pull up and load presents into the car faster without their kids seeing. Vego came out and sat on the curb with me and my mom came out of the store, walking to the car with a big back through which I could see a Playstation 3.
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| 0084. Adopt the Baby, give him a name. |
[Dec. 6th, 2007|10:36 am] |
I had adopted a baby who had asian looking eyes (I think I more 'happened upon' the baby and knew i had to keep it) and I was trying to come up with a name for him. He had fine little black baby hair and reflective black colored pupils in round baby eyes. I decided on nicknaming him Kurome, even though I was hesitant because my family would have a hard time pronouncing it (with the R being butchered in english)/not like a Japanese name, and I kept thinking "what kind of nickname is 'Ku?'"
I kept trying to think of other names but his eyes were so black and reflective and kept catching my attention.
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| 0083. Motorcycle body, Archer Child, and Japanese Movie |
[Dec. 2nd, 2007|11:20 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | aim, archery, bird, child, chris, eye, fish, japanese, lack of control, motel, motorcycle, movie, obstacle course, pig, slipping, swimming | ] |
Motorcycle
My dad owned a motel and had this motorcycle that was a crazy custom bike. It was amazing, oddly organic, and chromed. When he got on the bike, he literally merged with it and they became one body, a fused form of body and machine. If he wanted to get up, he just did, and they detached easily. It only merged with certain people, and he let me try it.The motorcycle merged with me and i attempted to ride it around the motel parking lot. It was a heavy bike, and every time i tried to turn it around a corner, it slipped on the asphalt and i had to hoist it back up.
Surviving Course
There was a vast area of water, like the middle of an ocean, where about a hundred people traveled quickly in boats. This was part of a survival challenge. There was a large (huge, ridiculously tall) platform where people shot arrows at them. The arrows were about four feet long and tipped by a heavy, fat, blob of color (imagine an oversized marshmallow dipped in wet paint but superheavy). The enemies up on the platform would shoot arrows down on the people in the water or in the boats. There was a very little girl, about four years old, in the water. She had been knocked out of her own boat and was there alone. She had blonde hair to her jaw and light complexion. She swam, impressively, to someone else’s moving boat and climbed in (there were about 8 people in there). She picked up the bow (probably five feet long) and then an arrow, readying them both and aiming out. She squinted as she strained to hold the string taut, and smiled. “How high?” She asked. One of the men in the boat told her ‘very high.’ She held up the large bow and arrow and fired high into the sky. It exploded onto the target, the first one to hit, and the offending archer fell into the water below as debris from the target and the oversized, weighted arrow rained down. She grinned. She was actually the first person to hit the target and return an attack, and no one could believe it.
In the same challenge, a scene appeared of a Hispanic mother and daughter—the daughter being about 16—sleeping on some dirt next to each other and beside a fence. The daughter described waking up in the morning—we could see the warm rising sunlight coming in under the fence—and hearing a noise. She put her fingers to a low spot in the dirt under the fence and screamed when a nasty brown pig nose angrily appeared, gnashing his teeth.
Strange Movie
I ran to the Japanese-English exchange movie night that I was late for, held in a strange, super Japanese room complete with tatami, shoji, and zabuton. I sat down on a zabuton next to my friend Chris. We were watching a movie* that was animated and completely bizarre.
“I kill anyone my silly old friend suggests to me,” A thin man in a business suit was quoted as saying on the box.
On the screen, i saw the man, and I saw the ‘silly old friend—’ an overly tall, overly thin man in a strange suit with a young sharp face and a white chili-bowl haircut. He had strange, playful, childlike mannerisms and bizarre inflections in his speech.
(a lot more insane things happened that i can’t recall)
In a later scene of the film, this large, fat woman—more of a blob than a person—laid on this huge mound-like futon in a room fully of these. The futons were all edge to edge and mounded like pyramids. The woman had solid brown colored, large squid-like eyes, watery and nasty. He mouth was actually a flappy, stringy set of tentacle-like fleshy fringe. She was complete disgusting. A strange round white bird was flying above her.
“I thought if we separated you would get better,” he said, taken aback by the scene below her. There were doctors infront of her. They told the bird he would have to merge with her again because nothing was happening. This is when he made the bold decision to leave her completely, to save his own freedom, which he hadn’t been bold enough to do before. He began to fly away, but suddenly, in place of the woman, there was a stack of three huge, clean, beautiful fish. One was red, one was green, and one was blue.
“We are separated!” the blue one said. The fish were very happy to be free again, and beautiful forms they were. The three fish and the bird could now successfully be friends. The bird had never seen them in their true form like this.
* i would literally pay money right now to remember the title |
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| 0081. Carefully arranged bodies and a Salad bar |
[Nov. 28th, 2007|11:20 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | bird, bodies, dad, death, funeral home, laugh, mint, mustache, reflection, restaurant, salad | ] |
I was in a building with flourescent lights and a white linoleum floors. It was a funeral home. I was about to leave, when, walking past a large reflective window, something caught my eye. The window was in place of a wall and looked into another room. At first, all i saw were slanted people with dark areas for eyes, and couldnt see more because of the reflection.
"What is this?" I asked the director of the business as I walked in for a closer look.
"This is just one of the many services we offer," he replied, his explaination coming simultaneously with a more clear view through the window. It was a restaurant scene, with tables, waiters, customers, and food-- but every person in the room was dead. They were arranged-- posed-- in various 'lifelike' ways, from the 'walking' waitstaff to the 'yelling' child at a table. The 'restaurant' was full of them. It seemed to be a snapshot of a diner in which every person was dead.
They all looked real-- because they were-- except for an akward stiffness in every position (like not being able to sit them completely down, or bend their arms right) and their eyes just werent right. The eyes appeared to have been painted on. I remember one man specifically, 'sitting' at a table in a tilted, awkward way, with dark brown hair cut to his ears and a thin mustache on his lip. He had a grey old-fashioned vest over a button up white shirt and grey slacks. As i peered through the glass wall, perplexed and gradually more and more horrified, i stood by a speaker mounted on the wall that actually played restaurant sounds. They had recorded the hum of a real restuarant, with clanking plates and conversations, and most disturbingly, a lady's distinct laughter.
As I turned and walked away from the disgusting, disturbing scene, the funeral directer (a tall, older man) was standing by a table, dressed as a waiter, with a cloth draped over his arm. He gestured to a bowl of mints and asked if i wanted one. I took one and put it in my pocket. He held up a styrofoam carving of a head-- "Sally's" head from nightmare before christmas-- and asked if i wanted to kiss the face. I saw a small circle in the middle of the teeth and thought he was trying to trick me. I believed that the circle would blow air on me. I finally kissed it and nothing happened before walking through the door to leave.
Through the door was a grocery store with a truly killer salad bar, which I discovered with my dad. I began to dish my salad out, and looked at an area marked off with ropes, to see the most massive bird carcass I'd ever seen. Like a 250 lb chicken. The carcass had meat pulled off it and it showed white meat inside which you could pull off to put in your salad. No way. |
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| 0080. Katrina Aids - PSA |
[Oct. 8th, 2007|09:07 am] |
A small, cute woman with blonde hair cut to her jaw was holding a cellphone to her ear with a distressed look on her face. She is standing in front of a childcare facility in the bright morning, having dropped off her child. children could be heard playing and there was lighthearted, happy music in the background, like a carousel. She was holding her elbow and waiting for someone to answer the phone. A voiceover came on:
"What would it be like...
to discover that you were given...
a specially tailored form of aids...
in a pill?
Just for you?
Get tested for Katrina aids."
I was later hearing about it and was told that in a company who had a sample of aids, 30 of their 10,000 employees "Kept the strands aligned" for thirty days during Katrina, which activated the virus. They then put the virus into perscription pills that were distributed to the public. |
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| 0079. Angry Russians |
[Aug. 27th, 2007|06:10 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | billboards, captive, contrast, driving, escaping, friends, gas pump, gas station, language, organized crime, phone, russian, the vicious shaved head man, vego | ] |
I was at something like a gas station at night with my friends, but it was not really used for that. It was some sort of base for a criminal, and we had gone there by accident as we were driving through the night. We werent supposed to have seen the place so we were now the captors of this guy, but it wasnt so bad. He was average height, a little on the small side, with very dark eyes and a bald head (think Mark Pirro) and was russian. The air still felt lighthearted. He had a bunch of lackeys, but there were eight specific men who were very funny and nice which we made friends with in a way. They completely changed the feeling of the first half of the experience. The first half was very strange, funny, sort of light hearted. Of these eight nice men, i remember there was a big black guy who spoke english well, and one other man who was very important. He was a small guy, who seemed to have all the features of an african american man, but had very light skin with freckles and curly, brassy blonde hair. He was small and wore a sweater and his hair ended at his ears. He spoke english with a russian accent, and really liked wearing this fabricky black cap. He was the one i was closest to out of the bunch. He explained that the eight of them lived up somewhere in a row of houses and he liked it, and that some of them were gay but not together. He always seemed to be smiling. We werent sure what we supposed to be doing there, as captors, but they took vego's cellphone and charger, and they took something else important of ours. Throughout the dream I kept passing V's phone and it was really bothering me. I knew she wanted it. It was on a ledge of the disgusting gas station window near the gravel ground in a gathering puddle of water.
The feeling turned. It went sneaky, got a little more scary, and we were put in a small van outside. They wouldnt allow us to take any of the things they took from us, but we were supposed to be leaving. They were letting us go. On the way out, I grabbed vego's phone and charger. I handed it over to her and she looked grateful and relieved, but worried, as it was covered in water. I jumped in and we left.
As we left on a hilly, tree-lined highway, we passed eight billboards with images of each of the 'nice' men that worked for the crazy guy. Each photo of them, as I described it to my friends as if i had seen them alone, made us laugh. They were very serious looking on the billboards: ams crossed, threatening eyes, looking down on the highway. This was funny because of how fun and nice the guys were.
Something interrupted me a tad and when I slipped back in, we had to go back for some reason. I'm not sure why, but it was bad. When vego and I got back in, the inside of the building was washed in a yellow green flourescent color. The corners and crevices were dark and stained and there was a long folding table in the center of the room. The russian bald man was standing behind it, with our blonde curly haired guy tied to a chair next to him. The blonde bound one would not look up. The russian yelled something to vego and slapped his palm down hard on the table. She clutched her phone carefully to her chest and stepped forward. The bald man hissed something at her and motioned for her to come closer. The blond one stayed quiet.
Vego stepped forward but I put my hand in front of her and said, "No, let me go."
She seemed afraid and quiet and took a step back.
The russian got more angry and hissed words at me, which the blond guy did not translate. I was becoming very afraid, unsure of what I just volunteered for. I kept looking to the blonde Russian but he wouldn't look up. The russian wanted me to come with him, and was going to bring the blonde guy.
The bald russian was shouting orders at me which I didnt understand, and began to repeat "Hashta hashta Hashta HASHTA!" Which I took to mean both shut up and hurry. |
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| 0078. Curly haired guy with the Gas Pump |
[Aug. 21st, 2007|10:19 am] |
I was driving in my mom's car with vego in the passenger's seat and entering my neighborhood, when I saw, in one of the front yard before you turn onto my street, a guy my age. He had the tightest blonde curls I've ever seen, and his hair ended just below his shoulder. He looked neat. The grass in the house was yellow and dead and it looked very hot outside. He was very confusedly holding up the pump from an abandoned gas station and licking the metal spout, appearing worried. I stopped and rolled down the window.
"Are you thirsty?"
"Yeah..."
I drove home, thinking that I probably should have given him a ride. I went in and found a water bottle, washed it out, and filled it up with cool water for him, but when I went outside there was an SUV parked completely across my driveway, blocking the cars in. Three people got out, the Tow Truck owner from down the street, his wife, and someone else. They can be very aggressive as neighbors, but they all had a present for me and were excited to show me, so I stopped and opened them, thanking the neighbors who all seemed very proud.
I went to go find the cool guy, who i figured was deliriously dehydrated, but I couldnt. I drove around the neighborhood looking. |
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| 0077. Healing Correctly with the Bones Out |
[Aug. 19th, 2007|10:16 am] |
I went to the doctor to get my cast removed, and when he removed it, he seemed pleased. I had a small bone coming out of my upper arm and one coming out of my forearm, that joined in a small joint above the elbow, with the skin grown cleanly around them. They fit together and moved together, and he told me that they 'Healed Right.'
I wanted to ask, "what about the fact that these bones are OUTSIDE OF MY BODY?!" |
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| 0076. Laser Tag |
[Aug. 14th, 2007|10:14 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | amanda, birthday, clothes, glowing, krystal, laser tag, light sabers, people i dont like, present, rei, shaun, shirt, shorts, vego | ] |
It was my birthday and I was having it at a laser tag place with a very large, loud waiting room. There were long benches lining either side and I had all my friends on them with me, but Vego just plain wouldnt come sit with me. At the end of the bench was Amanda, then Rei, Me, Krystal, Shaun, and about ten other people after him. Vego had, for some reason, invited a bunch of people I didn't like, which confused me entirely and concerned me a little bit. I remember swaying back and fourth to the music, sandwiched between rei and krystal and them joining in. I think shaun and Amanda picked it up, too.
Soon our lasers were passed out, but they were light sabers. Some of them had real laser blades and some had plastic glowing blades, and shaun and I fought (lightheartedly) over them, but I ended up with the real laser one and he playfully pouted. Then, before we went in, he pulled my present out.
It was a baseball style t-shirt with yellow sleeves and a white body, and it was so huge that it was possibly four feet across and would've went down to my knees. It had four smiley faces lined up on the front (one yellow, one red, one blue, one green) and the shirt said:
Here's my fat ass
J J J J
And I glow just like the staff!*
I laughed a little and pulled it on and saw another person I didnt like sit down. It was time for us to go in, so i ran into the blacklit arena (which was shaped more like a two story theatre) and sat down. I kept trying to decide whether to wear my shorts or not (???) and kept taking them off and putting them back on-- but everytime i took them off, i threw them somewhere inconvenient to retrieve again.
*when playing laser tag, dark clothes are important, as you dont want to glow in the blacklight. I guess the staff wore white clothes. |
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| 0075. Time Travel, Piracy, and two Matchbooks |
[Aug. 11th, 2007|11:31 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | baseball cap, boots, building, crowd, curly hair, disapproval, fleur de lis, guy, loyalty, mardi gras, matchbooks, new orleans, pirates, restaurant, skinny, skull and crossbones, the past, time, time travel | ] |
I was walking down a crowded new orleans street, big enough to have a neutral ground, with two story wooden buildings on it. there were people everywhere-- EVERYWHERE (as if it were mardi gras time) but there was nothing or no one there that seemed to cheapen the environment. Everyone was talking and standing on balconies and streets, as i made my way down one. Then, all of a sudden, looking at my feet, I had boots on and there was no stone on the street, only dirt. There was a little jolt in the ground, and i heard the crowd gasp and their voices go down to a hushed hum of speech. I looked back and around and everyone was in old timey clothes. The buildings and streets were old timey looking and lamps were lit with gas. Everyone seemed shocked. A voice came over a loud speaker and reported:
"Case of Piracy, down by the docks a number of vehicles have been stolen by pirates."*
*this had a different feel than typical "Aaar" pirates.
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I was sitting in a restaurant, a crowded one with a bar sort of feel, at a table alone with two matchbooks on the table. We were back in this time. One had a skull and crossbones and another had a ship and a fleur de lis, or something, but they were both supposed to be from a known shop in new orleans. An akward, skinny guy my age sat down nervously at my table, with curly hair to about his ears and a baseball cap. I knew he was one of the 'pirates,' which I was completely unnamused about. He seemed kind of dorky. He smiled and started talking to me as if he liked me, but i made eye contact with him and reached past him to one of my matchbooks on the table. I put my fingers on it and slid it over to me, off the table, and into my pocket, making sure he saw. I did the same with the other one, as if to display my loyalty to the city, knowledge of who he was a part of, and disapproval of what was done. |
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| 0074. The Footy and the big grey buildling |
[Aug. 10th, 2007|09:35 am] |
I was in a big, scary grey concrete building with lots of different ramps, levels, and floors. I was with a group of about 10 other people my age, three or four of them close friends, the rest unknown but easy to get along with. We were sort of rushing around and there was something very serious that we had to get to that was going on above us, maybe a few stories up.
We piled into the elevator and went up, and by the time we got out we had reached a busy floor and entered the line. There was footy stuff everywhere and the enviroment changed from fear to excitement. I had my ticket in hand and one of the girls in our group (American) looked at me and said "We're cheering for Gee - Long, right?"
and I smiled and told her yes, "Jlong" is who we're cheering for, and i pronounced it right for her. "Yeah, Gee - Long." she repeated. I saw a screen on the wall that seemed to be some sort of real time forum. One of the guys in our group had just posted asking if anyone saw a mooney shirt for sale. It was almost my turn to give my ticket and go into my first footy game--
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