SWEET DREAMS......

Since I was young, the sporadic occurrence of dreams have held my interest; Not because they are events worth watching but more so WHY these particular events are streaming through my subconscious and why they are only possible to witness when you are asleep. Furthermore, how you can stay sleep with an NBC-prime time-amount-of-drama flooding your brain. Here goes last night's dream......


My mother and I were driving into Huger, South Carolina to visit our very countrified family members who just received street lights to illuminate their roads like 5 years ago.When we pull up to my aunt's house, what I remembered to be a quite lavish southern home with 5 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms, my jaw dropped at the sight before me; A one bedroom gray and white shack. The paint was clearly worn by inclimate weather and the shutters were hanging on by the grace of Christ. There was no glass in the windows and there was no door but somehow I could hear no sound from within nor could I see inside. I reluctantly dismounted the car first and as soon as I closed the door my mother pulled off and left me standing there.

Now you may be asking yourself " Why would she leave if she came to visit too?" My answer "Who the hell knows, this is a damn dream."

I approached the door frame with more confidence than I thought I possessed at the moment and tried to see inside. The operative word here is "tried"; There was only intense blackness in the door frame but still no sound. I'd never seen a hue of black so dark yet inviting/familiar all at once. Fear nor caution had settled on my heart until this point. I was not fearful of the endless possibilities of what may lie beyond the blackness but fearful of that fact that I didn't have ANY fear. So I stepped in........

I tried to walk forward but my feet were stuck or better yet I didn't have feet; My legs were stuck together, my arms crossed over my chest and my head was the only part of me that had its normal range of motion in tact. Rather than go absolutely nuts like I was forced into a straight jacket for a surgery that wasn't meant for me, I listened. i figured this must be the womb or something so i played along waiting for sound. Imagine you were underwater trying to hear a conversation going on poolside. IMPOSSIBLE right? WRONG. I could hear my mother talking about me to a few of my family members about how I was going to be this smart and talented individual when I grew up as though she was pregnant with me. At this point I got restless, wrestled with my limbs and finally fell out onto the other side of the door frame. To my surprise, the interior of the house looked exactly like that the house in New York that I grew up in.

I panned around the kitchen and came back out to the living room where I noticed a gleam of sunlight which was now a phenom in this place where it had not existed for what seemed like the last fifteen minutes. The sunlight drew me in as did the darkness but this time it alluded to danger. Just as I was about to walk out the door a man steps into the house. He did not go "through" the darkness, restricted limbs, emotional catalyst like the sound of a familiar voice in an unfamiliar place, did not pass go or collect 200 dollars. He just walked in. This was not just any man, it was actually one of my roommates. We looked at each and pulled out guns on each other. Sidebar- I still can not figure out when MY gun came into the picture or why my roommate was trying to kill me but oh well.... I shot first because I knew he had intended to take me out. Two bullets to the chest and one to the shoulder. He let off one right through my heart and we both lay there on the floor dying or what I perceived to be dying. After I knew he was dead, I stood up, walked out the house and got into the car with my mother. The wound was there but I wasn't bleeding and I felt no pain.

WWWWWWTTTTTTTTTFFFFFFFFFfFF!!!!!!!!!


FIN!

The Beautiful Ones......

Why do the beautiful people of the world have it the absolute hardest in relationships (platonic and romantic)? What have we done except be born of a woman like everyone else? Why must good looks be a curse on the innocent?

So I am walking through Phipps Plaza Mall on Friday trying to locate my high end purchase of the season and a mildly attractive young woman taps me on the shoulder and asks "Where did you get that sweater? My boyfriend has been looking for a cardigan just like that for the longest." (Sweater- Lacoste, lemon Yellow, 6-button cardigan with turn-back cuffs) I responded "It was a gift so I don't know where it was purchased but you can probably find something similar at the Lacoste store in Lenox or in Nordstrom." Before the "m" sound in Nordstrom left my lips,her friend, an awkward looking woman draped in a sub par sweatsuit of the ugliest shade of green, interjects with "you probably get whatever you want from whoever you want. Just a fine ass heart breaker". WHHHHHOOOOAAAAAA!!!! NELLY!! OMG!!! Call CNN, The National Guard and Oprah because Leader and Matriarch of the kingdom of the Assumption People has reappeared in Phipps Plaza Mall. Naturally I looked at her like she was from Krypton and inquired as to why she would make such an accusation. Here goes the rationale:

"Well most people who look the way you do have it easier in life:light skinned, well built, attractive, well spoken, well dressed. Its just not fair to other people who don't have all that in one person."

The amount of anger building up in me should have been charted and investigated by the Guinness Book of World Records but nonetheless I digested what the woman said and did a quick wooooo saaaaaahhhhh!!!

Not only am I NOT a heart breaker but i don't even take into consideration the aforementioned accolades. You know WHHHHHAAAAATTTTTTTT..... I'm not even explaining myself. It is what itis. Prince says it best.


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