Wednesday, April 14, 2004 – Part Two
A few nights ago, actually I think it was the nap I took the day I got back (yesterday?), I had a dream about some family that hated me. The mother of the family was the next door neighbor kid G’s mom from England, though largely in appearance only. Her personality was that of a bitch whereas in real life the only time she ever had a tone was when she mentioned that Sliver was pornography when she saw it in our video collection (what is it with that forgettable movie and these dreams lately?). I can’t recall why she hated me, but it was definitely for a reason that made no sense. Like maybe I was supposed to take care of something of hers while she was away and then it broke when she got back and had to order a new one. Anyway, they her sons, who were dumb followers, were standing at the window watching me masturbate and as soon as I realized it I hid somewhere and chucked rocks at their heads for ages. I was so good I managed to get the rocks to bounce off one and hit the other. Strangely they were hurt but just stood there about thirty meters away not really understanding where the rocks were from. Then suddenly they mobilized, and I realized the whole family was moving after me and might want to kill me so I found a place to hide in a van I owned. Then they all got in the van and I was like “what’s going on this is my van” and she’s like “let me tell you about having to order [bla bla bla, alluding to the event that was the cause of her hatred for me]”. So I guess I basically had to give them my van. What a bitch. I think the watching me masturbate thing was from an episode of Trailer Park Boys.