Dream Journaling: I Feel Like the Love Child of Nicole Kidman and Cartman
My dream last night kind of reminded me of this one.
- I was back home in Carolina and about the best I could do in regards to employment was a job at a toy store. Not even a fun giant one with the indoor rides and semi-creepy anamotronic cartoon characters always smiling and always happy, but cramp Kay-Bee Toys in the bowels of the mall. All messy. Always poorly lit.
- My transportation situation ain't so hot either. I drive into work on a minibike.
- Show up for my first day of work and stumble onto blackmail material. Of course this doesn't dawn on me until now. However, when I show up two of my co-workers, a male and a female, are coming out of the stock room and acting kind of shifty. I don't pay it any kind of attention because an stuffed Winnie-the-Pooh has caught my attention and I want it. My male co-worker offers it to me for half-off plus my employee discount. My female co-worker insist that he let me have for fifteen cents and then tells me my mother called.
- I try to call my Mom, but no answer. So I ride my minibike out to Tobaccoville to see her, but she not home. I go to my Aunt's house up the road but my brother is living there now. He tells me that my parents are loosing there house-- and my Dad filed for divorce. Two big bombs in a row and my first question to him is "Where's Mom going to live?" He smiles ,as I slowly come to the realization that I'm her only option, and says "That was the plan all along."
- We try to walking back to our house and have trouble making it down because we insist on cutting through the racist neighbors yard which is blocked off with cacti. I manage to make my way through with nary a prick and head to my parents house. Shortly after I arrive, The Chinese pull up. A woman tells that the house has been condemned and work crew commences to sawing out the downstairs window. Apparently just walking through the door wasn't an option.
- My dad shows up for dismantling. I want to lay into him, but remember I need to get back to work. Getting assurance that family pictures and my mother's wardrobe are safe (Can't two clotheshorses in need of clothes when one is only working-- at a toy store). I was too distraught to ride my minibike back to work. So my brother drives me back.
- Heading sixty-seven, I notice an old motor-cross field with a couple of drag queens and club-goers standing out there. As my brother speeds up a hill, there's this giant holographic sign on the horizon, featuring a few of the queens I saw and advertising for a drag show. I'm kind of spooked as my comes closer to crashing through the sign. But as we ride through, it just disappears.
- I don't make it back to work. Instead, I end up at BOTOX clinic. They've developed a method to gauge when you've had enough that involves the curling of a receipt. [I think that my minds way of trying to tell pry my hand from my forehead. Did I listening? No. I woke up with a numb forehead.]
- Ended up in the theater district of the imaginary city in my head. Probably looking for another job, since showing back up to the gig at the toy store was out the question after being absent most of my first day.
- Got side tracked on the job search by some weird sex stuff you don't need and don't want to hear about, except for the part where it was all brought to halt by Captain Jack Sparrow knocking at this window.
Of course, sitting here entranced by the above picture, I woke far too soon and the weird sex stuff you don't need and don't want to hear about should have started when Cap'n Jack came a knocking.. Maybe something like this Ahoy there, Jack. Is that Will with you? No! Thought he looked a little too blonde and those ears of his were a little too pointy. Oh! His cousin. The elf. Yeah, you can come on in too! I got an arrow for that quivers of yours . . .
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