What a wierd dream:
Somehow I was living in this apartment with Kate. It was really strange because I could tell things had happened and that we should have been there. Nevertheless we were there and it was this split-level thing.
I had this really strange cell phone that was really old and the light was not strong enough to see the numbers and it was a pain in the ass to dial.
Anyway we had just moved into this place (it didn’t happen in the dream but that feeling came over me). A vendor from work had some extra tickets and asked if I wanted to go to the Patriots game (wierd). I was OK with it but I thought Kate would be pissed. She just continued to lay there on the couch (nothing new), but I was waiting for an explosion.
I jumped into the shower and got ready. I called Jay up and said we were going to the game. That is when the neighbors came over: There was a woman and her son and she had this little dog that reminded me a lot of Toi (a childhood dog).
Fucked up shit ensued and I ended up stabbing this guy because they were trying to kill me. It totally sucked.
Next I was in India (never been there but you know that dream feeling). Turned out we were living or working for these people there were drugs but I did everything in my power to get out of there-I was trapped.
I went outside and could see Toi but I could catch him. He kept getting away. His little head would pop up in different spots of this yard.
Some guy walked by and had this wacked out lasso that he was practicing using on this pipe as he walked down the street. I was mortified.
I got back to the house and someone was there that I knew but I don’t remember now who it was. They had used and started puking everyone around was like it is the stuff.
I got that feeling in my stomach and picked up the shit and just did a little bit. It looked like there was so much there but once I did my little bump I realized there was not much there at all.
Peoples faces started getting bluring and things were not what they seemed. It turned out that I was wanted for murder and the hospital had proof that I had killed someone.
I watched the tape of me walking to a door on a high floor (one of those doors that had no staircase just a long way down on the outside of the building). I even looked crazy. I would open the door do some wacky shit and close it and walk back. At that point it didn’t matter to me anyway I had used and didn’t have a leg to stand on. I had no idea what had really happened. It was painful to be out of sync with reality again.
God dreams suck sometimes.