but right now i am here to write about the three dreams i had last night, because they were vivid as hell and i want to remember them, and writing down your dreams is supposed to help you get towards lucid dreaming, which i want.
PARTI
I was at lollapalooza! It was the last night, and the main headliner was playing. It was Counting Crows, accompanied by Bob Dylan. I found a way to get to a private area near the side of the stage, so I had a really excellent view. I was able to be there because I had X's on my hands. The stage was HUGE, and the whole thing was not in Grant Park. It was in some really weird pavilion. I decided to leave where I was, which was really stupid because I had a great view. I think I was looking for someone, but I don't remember. It took me forever to find my way back to where I was. It was incredibly crowded. I couldn't reenter that private area when I got back. This totally sucked because Bono from U2 had joined Dylan and Counting Crows for their finale.
PARTII
My bedroom looked exactly like Francesca's in Highland Park. My manager and her boyfriend were there cleaning it. There was nothing in the store but clothes, and they were ALL MINE. The clothes like lined the walls. I grabbed shorts and a casual blue shirt and wore it. Then all my friends started coming over for my birthday party. They were all dressed in formal white clothes. My friend Laura had a huge black bow on her dress. I was totally under dressed and not happy about it. This girl who's in a bunch of my classes at Oakton showed up, also in white. I kept trying to change my clothes in my bedroom but just couldn't.
PARTIII.
All my friends said we had to leave for another party. It was supposed to be a "Finder Party" (this exists in real life. it's just a party at my friend Finder's parents' house.) but it was just at some weird, grungy location. There were A LOT of people from my high school there. I found out a girl that I was friends with sophmore year had died. I told this to a homeless looking man behind a counter. He was apparently a member of the Clockwork Orange punk tribute band the Adicts and was very distressed about this girl dying. He was really gray- gray clothes, gray skin, rotting teeth, etc. I started singing a Misfits song to him, something with the number 148 in it. Right at that moment, the dead girl's sister walked into the place and he ran up to her and started asking her if it was true that Becky (the dead girl) was actually dead. Her sister totally refused to talk to him, saying she didn't want to answer an questions about the situation. He totally attacked her. I totally freaked out and started running around screaming for help since he wouldn't stop physically attacking her and begging for answers about her sister's death. The guy that was voted "best looking" in our senior superlatives (in real life!) just shrugged his shoulders at me. I began to think that Laura had died too since I couldn't find her. I looked over and the girl's sister was finally giving the homeless looking punk rocker answers. The girl had died at a Finder party because she did too much coke. I talked to this girl that I was friends with/was scared of in high school and told her I was terrified of her and that's why we could never be friends. A really good friend of mine from high school started talking about how she had really let people know who she was and had really started being herself since graduation. I told her I didn't think so and that she was still totally fake and she got mad at me and laid down- her legs were REALLY hairy. Laura came in and was not dead after all.
I think in one of these dreams I had a mustache for a second but that's a very vague memory that I can't place anywhere.
I'm reading Of Love and Other Demons by Gabriel Garcia Marquez and it's really fabulous. Fiction is the best, I don't care what anyone says. What non-fiction reading can top a really great made up story? Really. Literature is for dreamers.
An ex-boyfriend continues to send me hilariously offensive facebook messages:
"hey we broke up and i found a new girl but is my dickk small?"
He does not give me hope for our country. Nothing really does.
My mom always said she didn't have many desires to visit other countries because she wanted to see all of the United States.
But why? This country is dying. My ancient history class has taught me that many great nations of people do not last long. As in a couple hundred years and they're just gone. I worry I will live to see the end of the United States, or even the end of all the nations in the world as we know them right now. It's not implausible.
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