Wish You Were Here

Yesterday my friend Emily came to visit from Milford. We don't get to chill often enough, so we made the best of the visit and went to the lake and hung out, then went around between our houses. Fun time. When I got home I started texting like crazy...filled up my inbox in like 3 minutes. When tried to go to bed, I ended up just laying there for like 3 hours thinking about the day. Then I finally did fall asleep.
So I had these series of dreams:

The first one was basically a flash back of the day. Nothing unusual at all really happened, except in the back ground I heard Pink Floyd's "Wish You Were Here" like it was a sound track. When I thought I had woken up and look at my phone and it says "4 New Text Messages." I read them and they were all really really weird stuff like "the string comes in the night" or something. Then I realized I was still dreaming, so I woke up and there was not any text messages like that at all.

The second one was very bizzarre. Once again it started as a flash back of the day...with Pink Floyd playing in the background. When Emily and I walked into my studio we saw numerous friends of mine laying in various places around the room. So we walk in all calm and just lay down on the floor to join them. The dream was basically about us trying to sleep....even though I was already asleep.

Emily wasn't in the third one, but Pink Floyd was playing in the back ground. It was Joe, Biz, and James giving me an intervention...in the strangest way ever. You know those big exercise balls? Well the hot glue gunned me to one of those and started dancing around with campaigne signs that I didn't recodnize at all. If anything, this was the trippiest intervention ever. Then Joe started throwing egg cartons at me, Biz started drinking excessive amounts of maple syrup, and James is just there all chill. Then I get a phone call, but I'm glued to the ball so I cant answer it. I actually start yelling somewhat clearly in my sleep "Give me my fucking phone! I can't reach it! I'm stuck!" The only way I know this is because my Mom came in and woke me up and told me about it.

And finally, the fourth one. This is the most insane out of all of them, but it's also the hardest to remember. I was in my studio with my group for the haunted house. So it's Will, Hummus, Rachaell, Sarah, and I. We're chilling playing Mario Kart on my nintendo 64 and all of the sudden Sarah snaps. She goes into my kitchen and violently searches through the mini fridge. She pulls out a bottle of wine and absolutley downs it. I wish I could drink like that. Then she falls over and we catch her and she starts freaking out, punching and clawing Will and I, screaming "LET GO OF ME I'M FINE!" I take out my phone and call the first number I see, which for some reason is Emily. She answers and I say something like "I wish you were here." When I said this in the dream I totally freak out and wake up.

Emily...I don't know what this is all about but we should hang out more often.

Cross Country Invitational.....IN RUSSIA?!?!?!?!

So today I went to a cross country meet in Scranton. On the way home we stopped at a pizzeria and everyone on the team got their own pie of absolutely AMAZING pizza. We were eating on the bus and Jimmy pointed out that we drove by a sign that said Moscow-2 miles. We all laughed and joked about how we had accidentally driven onto a glacier and it broke off and we floated to Russia. Well, eating 3/4 of a medium pizza pie in 10 minutes does have it's effects on you. I fell asleep as soon as I got home.

I had a dream about that bus ride. We saw the Moscow sign, and laughed about it, but then we were pulled over by an armored vehicle with the Georgian flag on it. Three soldiers emerged from it, two carrying AK-47's and the third carrying some ridiculous gun that you'd only see in science fiction movies. Well they told us to get out of the bus and lay in the street. All of us did as we were told, except for one.....Peter Bank. He just stood there playing with his hair in a girlie fashion and bouncing his tennis ball. The Georgians shoved him in their vehicle and he was not seen again. They drove away, and Coach Miller told us that we should chase the car and rescue Peter, but we were far too lazy. So we get back on the bus and act like nothing happened. Then we get pulled over by a patrol of Russian troops who saw the prior events. They take us to their head quarters where they try to tell us about some insane super hero scheme to end the war...but none of us pay any attention and eventually start making fun of them. They become angry and force us to run a race in Russia against a bunch of really tall and really buff guys. If we win we could go home but if we lose we'd be forced to spend the remainder of our lives with the guy who sang "Chocolate Rain" on YouTube...a fate worse than death. So we're running. It's an open plain with no trees or scenery at all. Nice and flat. Everyone in Moscow comes to the race. We are losing miserably to the tall buff guys, when all of the sudden the spectators start exploding. Now I'm not talking about guts and blood flying everywhere (I'm not that weird) but they were like grenade explosions. Then the tall buff guys started exploding. Helicopters flew over head and British special forces fast roped down. One of them yelled at us to stop running and I woke up. INSANE!!!!!!!

Deer Head Drama With A Side Of Mustard!!!!!!

So I had this dream today in sociology class with Mr. Williams where I was in the Delaware Water Gap, my home away from home. I saw this car go by, but instead of leaving a trail of carbon emission, it was leaving a trail of yellow mustard. At first it wasn't a big deal...but then I realized how disgusting it was to have mustard all over the roads so I got in my mom's Honda Pilot and started chasing him. I ran out of gas at the Deer Head Inn, a restaurant where I play the blues every other Thursday night, and went inside to call my mom. I walked in and it was blues night with Spencer Reed who was sitting on stage smoking a cigarette and playing BB King tunes. That makes this dream even weirder...first of all-Spencer doesn't smoke, second-it was broad daylight and they were calling it blues night, and third-blues night is on Thursdays...not Tuesdays. If you want to get even further into it, Blues Night was not for another week. Well Spencer invites me and anyone else who wants to play on stage with him as he always does on Blues Night. I went into a rage that I hadn't been able to make my phone call and that the road was now a river of mustard. I kicked over the drum set, swept the glasses off the bar and stormed out. Just then Mr. Williams woke me up to take a quiz. The only two questions on the quiz were to write the words to the pledge of allegiance and the national anthem. I thought this was all part of my twisted dream and i actually had to pinch myself to convince me otherwise.

So there's my story for tonight....maybe I should be in psychology instead of sociology.