Even as a small child I had reoccurring dreams not of a place or a time, but of a girl. When I was young she was a little blond girl usually in flowing dresses and sometimes floating through the air. More often than not the settings of the dreams when I was young were that of maybe an ancient Rome or Greece. there was a fountain with a great bearded man atop, sometimes the fountain was covered in ivy sometimes it was clean marble. the ground was always covered with clouds, white puffy ones, and she would come floating into the dream. We would play around the fountain for a while and I would fade away into conscientiousness. I would always get this particular feeling when she was around, it's a little hard to explain. I always felt like she had been there from the beginning, everything was the way it was suppose to be.
As I grew older she grew older, the setting would change but she remained a consistent apparition. In the dreams we went through elementary school and high school together. I can remember dreaming about everyday experiences with her, I would see her in the school office, walking down the hallway, or I would be checking her out in her overalls and crop top or sometimes wearing pretty sun dresses. Always with the blond hair, and always looking just as beautiful as always and accompanied by the same feeling.
About three years ago while dating the girl that was in my life at the time, I had sort of a prophetic dream. In the dream I had to break up with my girl friend, then there would be another mystery girl come in my life who I would have a great relationship with but I would have to leave her as well, and once I left her I would meet a college student going to school to study law and that would be the blond girl from my dreams, she was wearing a black suit skirt and her blond hair was straightened and hanging down in front of her shoulders, and she was carrying a small black leather brief case, that's the point I faded away into conscientiousness. I had woke up with a mission from my subconscious.
The last dream I had with her was about 3 weeks ago as of right now. I met her at some sort of reunion or party something of the such. We had just met and she ask me if I would walk her to the place where she was staying. I told her I could drive us there and she told me she would rather walk on such a beautiful night. I could feel her thirst for life, she was a breath of fresh air. We started over the hill and crossed a small bridge where we stopped and looked into the moon light reflecting off the water. We were doing the flirty thing but it had a more aged feeling too it, kind of like holding hands with a quick glace and a warm smile you know its a flirt and she knows its a flirt and it just feels nice... We kept walking and we make it to this small house where she had a couple pets and for some reason I feel like Daisy (my blue healer) is already there. We sit around, me holding her as we talk long into the night. The living room fades away into a lying in the warm morning sun she's asleep on my chest and I'm still holding her tight and I can feel a warm half cocked grin on my face. I kind of feel like Brian Eno's - An Ending might have some how been playing at the end of the dream but I could have been listening to it in my sleep... This is when I again fade away into conscientiousness
I don't talk about this a lot in person because most people think you're bat shit crazy when you say something to the effect that you might have a legit dream girl.
Thursday
Monday
Women of The 90's
today I miss the 90's... More specifically I miss the women of the 90's. A time when women looked better and had much better attitudes. No texting, no email, no electronic bullshit, sometime after 1999 we lost the natural order of things in the world. Personally if I could hop in a time machine and go back and get myself a 90's girl I would, no questions ask. I mean for god sakes if there is a women prettier than Gillian Anderson (Scully) from the X-Files I haven't saw her yet.
Not gonna lie I do have a thing for red heads but that's besides the point just look at all that 90's greatness.
Then there is Teri Hatcher (Lois Lane from Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman) she had her cute little 90's doo going on. Whats not to love about Teri Hatcher?
Even Melissa Joan Hart (Sabrina, the Teenage Witch) had a little something going on. also the cleavage doesn't hurt, that's why she made this line up to be honest.
All I'm saying is why can't we have those kind of women back??? A little more advanced than the big haired 80's but a little less sophisticated that the girls of the 2000's. It was just about perfect. Not every girl you were attracted to was on some kind of weird ass drug, they were more of the alcohol crowd who stayed up all night on the weekend and could still function though the week. They were the girls who could set back and enjoy a little make out session in a parking lot, or on a couch, nothing really had to be over the top or intense every waking moment. They held jobs and had their light colored blue jeans and flannel over shirts with cute little tank tops under them. What the fuck happen to us as human beings? We use to be cool...
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| Scully |
Not gonna lie I do have a thing for red heads but that's besides the point just look at all that 90's greatness.
Then there is Teri Hatcher (Lois Lane from Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman) she had her cute little 90's doo going on. Whats not to love about Teri Hatcher?
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| Lois Lane |
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Wednesday
Her
I was driving home a few days ago and the song "At Last - Etta James" came on my radio. Time slowed, I went into a daze, barely conscience of the world around me, I was on autopilot. My mind was two years in the past and she was there.
She had raven black hair, and feral eyes. She had a taste for class and cocaine, it scared me but naturally I was attracted to it, kind of like a moth to the flames. She was Paris, Tijuana, and Moscow all wrapped into one, she was the red light district, she was the alley you shouldn't walk down alone. She was the hungry soul in need of life. Her voice was filled with an intense longing for adventure anywhere she could find it. The world couldn't offer her enough. She was the most dangerous thing I had ever encountered, and I wanted to be a part of the danger.
She was in and out of my life like a thief in the night, most likely for the best. Now she's a ghost with the occasional message from wherever she maybe now. I've had a reoccurring day dream about her and myself riding around in this 1974 Cadillac Eldorado convertible with the top down, cruising extremely slow, she's wearing her big ass bug eye looking white trimmed sun glasses with some sort of 60's style ladies scarf around her head, she looks at me wearing my gold rimmed aviators we smile at one another listening to "At Last" (her favorite song) not giving a fuck about anything.
Three minutes and two seconds later I'm back in my pick up truck letting Al Green pick up the pieces, driving into a late winter rain storm with no particular hopes or dreams.
She had raven black hair, and feral eyes. She had a taste for class and cocaine, it scared me but naturally I was attracted to it, kind of like a moth to the flames. She was Paris, Tijuana, and Moscow all wrapped into one, she was the red light district, she was the alley you shouldn't walk down alone. She was the hungry soul in need of life. Her voice was filled with an intense longing for adventure anywhere she could find it. The world couldn't offer her enough. She was the most dangerous thing I had ever encountered, and I wanted to be a part of the danger.
She was in and out of my life like a thief in the night, most likely for the best. Now she's a ghost with the occasional message from wherever she maybe now. I've had a reoccurring day dream about her and myself riding around in this 1974 Cadillac Eldorado convertible with the top down, cruising extremely slow, she's wearing her big ass bug eye looking white trimmed sun glasses with some sort of 60's style ladies scarf around her head, she looks at me wearing my gold rimmed aviators we smile at one another listening to "At Last" (her favorite song) not giving a fuck about anything.
Three minutes and two seconds later I'm back in my pick up truck letting Al Green pick up the pieces, driving into a late winter rain storm with no particular hopes or dreams.
Monday
Saint Paddy's 2014
We drove to Dillard’s and my buddy bought a green shirt. I bought a blue one with a white collar because I was curious about that kind of thing. The dude checking me out wasn't having any of my shit, trying to tell a joke, no response, tried to be friendly, no response, shut the fuck up, "now you have a safe day sir".
we're back at his place and he ask me to help clean, so I kind of help for a few minutes and then I pretty much droped everything to talk to his roommates girlfriend. I had never really had a conversation with her. but we seemed to chat it up while she was lying there in bed. She was a very pleasant person. I walked away after a bit and passed out...
Many hours later… I awoke to the heavenly smell of marinated steak and roasted potatoes, having only eaten a small sandwich the night before I was ravenous. I ate like enough for 6 people, and then I feel like I took another nap and got ready maybe??? I don't know...
I'm walking down the stairs and this girl jumps because I didn't know I was there and that’s when I first meet Deuce Knuckles, the pretty Cuban girl who likes it two knuckles deep, or so they say. Deuce Knuckles and her cousin were already there I came down looking like a million bucks as usual, and soon after Rachel and her dude got there. I started pounding a new drink I invented/stole called the lucky leprechaun.
Lucky leprechaun
White rum
Midori
Mint bitters
Pineapple juice
To say the least it was pretty amazing in the spirit of saint paddy himself.
We drank a few at the house and sit on the porch for a while like it was summer of something I'm sure the alcohol knocked it up like an extra 5 degrees. This small child kept riding his scooter back and forth through the street and I kept calling him Opie and I'm guessing he didn't like that because he started yelling his name whatever it was, to me he was Opie…
We we're about to call a taxi for the bar when one of the ladies spoke up and said "I can drive" which are magical words to any drunk especially on saint Patrick’s day. I have Deuce Knuckles put my seat belt on and we're chatting it up in the back seat, and for the record she was very sweet. We make it to Molly Malone’s and I immediately take off and go do my thing. I met Sarah Jessica Parker within 10 minutes of being there, she takes a picture with me gives me a kiss and introduces me to her sister. Again I'm on the move I meet a ton of people on my rotation around the bar. Met another guy that looked like John Coffee and another guy from Morocco bought me a drink for some reason. I even had my very own drink girl on the second floor; she would search me out to take my drink order of course I guess that is her job. I even ended up on the news Saturday night. My buddy ask me if I got any phone numbers on my rounds around the bar and I said nope, and he ask me what the point was, and I really didn't know. He summed it up best when he said I was like a honey bee with no hive. But it was a great time.
We make it back to the house at like 3am and my buddy's roommate’s girlfriend ask me if I wanted a grilled cheese sandwich and in a drunken stopper I nod and go "uh huh" and she fixes the best cheese sandwich I've ever had in my life, I'm one bite in when she ask me if I wanted ketchup and I look at her and say "I've never tried it like that before" she puts some ketchup on my plate. IT…WAS…HEAVENLY to say the least. The rest of the night is kind of a blur.
I wake up at 8:30 still a little intoxicated and I have 40 snap chats from one girl who is begging me to come over and see her the whole time I'm there. I'm thinking I'd like to but I need to sober up, but then I get the news there is a snow storm on the way so I have to roll out as soon as I wake up for the second time. she keeps sending me these snap chats with blank screens and saying how pissed off she is at me and I'm thinking:
#1 we're not dating
#2 send me a nip pic and I'm more likely to stop by…
So I drive home and as soon as my face hits my couch I'm out for a good 15 hours of sleep to bring to an end the great saint paddy's celebration of 2014.
P.S.
Also if you have a linger pic of me from any of the saint paddy’s celebrations over the years please let me see… I'm the Zach Galifianakis look alike in a white suit coat and a badge hanging around my neck that says "show me them titties".
we're back at his place and he ask me to help clean, so I kind of help for a few minutes and then I pretty much droped everything to talk to his roommates girlfriend. I had never really had a conversation with her. but we seemed to chat it up while she was lying there in bed. She was a very pleasant person. I walked away after a bit and passed out...
Many hours later… I awoke to the heavenly smell of marinated steak and roasted potatoes, having only eaten a small sandwich the night before I was ravenous. I ate like enough for 6 people, and then I feel like I took another nap and got ready maybe??? I don't know...
I'm walking down the stairs and this girl jumps because I didn't know I was there and that’s when I first meet Deuce Knuckles, the pretty Cuban girl who likes it two knuckles deep, or so they say. Deuce Knuckles and her cousin were already there I came down looking like a million bucks as usual, and soon after Rachel and her dude got there. I started pounding a new drink I invented/stole called the lucky leprechaun.
Lucky leprechaun
White rum
Midori
Mint bitters
Pineapple juice
To say the least it was pretty amazing in the spirit of saint paddy himself.
We drank a few at the house and sit on the porch for a while like it was summer of something I'm sure the alcohol knocked it up like an extra 5 degrees. This small child kept riding his scooter back and forth through the street and I kept calling him Opie and I'm guessing he didn't like that because he started yelling his name whatever it was, to me he was Opie…
We we're about to call a taxi for the bar when one of the ladies spoke up and said "I can drive" which are magical words to any drunk especially on saint Patrick’s day. I have Deuce Knuckles put my seat belt on and we're chatting it up in the back seat, and for the record she was very sweet. We make it to Molly Malone’s and I immediately take off and go do my thing. I met Sarah Jessica Parker within 10 minutes of being there, she takes a picture with me gives me a kiss and introduces me to her sister. Again I'm on the move I meet a ton of people on my rotation around the bar. Met another guy that looked like John Coffee and another guy from Morocco bought me a drink for some reason. I even had my very own drink girl on the second floor; she would search me out to take my drink order of course I guess that is her job. I even ended up on the news Saturday night. My buddy ask me if I got any phone numbers on my rounds around the bar and I said nope, and he ask me what the point was, and I really didn't know. He summed it up best when he said I was like a honey bee with no hive. But it was a great time.
We make it back to the house at like 3am and my buddy's roommate’s girlfriend ask me if I wanted a grilled cheese sandwich and in a drunken stopper I nod and go "uh huh" and she fixes the best cheese sandwich I've ever had in my life, I'm one bite in when she ask me if I wanted ketchup and I look at her and say "I've never tried it like that before" she puts some ketchup on my plate. IT…WAS…HEAVENLY to say the least. The rest of the night is kind of a blur.
I wake up at 8:30 still a little intoxicated and I have 40 snap chats from one girl who is begging me to come over and see her the whole time I'm there. I'm thinking I'd like to but I need to sober up, but then I get the news there is a snow storm on the way so I have to roll out as soon as I wake up for the second time. she keeps sending me these snap chats with blank screens and saying how pissed off she is at me and I'm thinking:
#1 we're not dating
#2 send me a nip pic and I'm more likely to stop by…
So I drive home and as soon as my face hits my couch I'm out for a good 15 hours of sleep to bring to an end the great saint paddy's celebration of 2014.
P.S.
Also if you have a linger pic of me from any of the saint paddy’s celebrations over the years please let me see… I'm the Zach Galifianakis look alike in a white suit coat and a badge hanging around my neck that says "show me them titties".
Friday
Sleep Deprivation
Today I am sleep deprived... my conscientiousness is cloudy, everything has a non-existent cast of gray to it. My hearing is muffled by the sleep deprivation bucket that I'm crowned with. The chew toy raccoon that's sitting on my desk keeps mocking me in his wide black eyed fashion. Blinks turn into micro naps as cherubs whisper the Sandman's plans into my hypothalamus while my medulla oblongata isn't giving a fuck. My Id and Ego are on the prowl and demanding satisfaction. All the while Schlomo Freud is having his way with my inner ear. Bob Dylan keeps yelling "Lay, Lady, Lay" riding a horse made of velvet fire through the tampon aisle at The Walmart, passing out smile stickers to underprivileged meth addicts buying cough syrup.
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