dreamland

i have to work at 5am. i fell asleep a bit after 10:30, work up suddenly right at 2am, peed, got a glass of water, and went back to bed. when i fell back asleep, i had a series of some of the most fucked up dreams ever.

the first thing i remember is sitting on the stoop of a house in a residential neighborhood. my old school attendance lady and her husband, who later became regular customers of mine, walked down the sidewalk. mr. and mrs. barclay (that is the aforementioned characters) walked up. mr. b handed me an empty cup and 2 other small cups containing what i later figured out to be milk and sugar, and tells me they just need a refill. mrs. b states that he should just have me wait on them as opposed to getting the coffee themselves. mr.b rudely squeezes past me to go upstairs to his office (wtf?). i stand up, thinking how much i hate these once sweet customers. i enter this barren house and go to pour coffee from a cheesy little mr. coffee pot that has been cooking poorly made coffee for god knows how long. i realize, i have to make some more because they are old needy cunts (in my dream version anyway). the little coffee set-up was more ghetto than one you would see in a small town bank. mostyl empty bags of various starbucks coffees littered the shabby little card table. the filters were made of plastic. i yelled out the dooor that i had to make some fresh to mrs.b and asked her regular or decaf. she replies decaf. of course.

but when i go to grind the decaf, the grinder is weak and barely breaks the beans into what appears to be pebbles and crushed garlic. at this point, the b's enter the house to see what the hold up is. i explain the sitch, and of course they are not happy. mr. b then recommends i use a new grinder from the retail wall that has just magically appeared. i can't believe the fucking nerve of these people. jesus christ!! i of course oblige (rolls eyes w/ back turned), any thing to be rid of these horrible people. my boss's wife did offer to buy the grinder afterwards, slightly hinting that maybe the b's should offer to. of course they don't. why katherine was there i am not sure.

there part where they get the coffee is hazy. but i do remember that is took like 2 hours and i was pissed.
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i had to go back to the house, which in this portion of the dream, it was completely trashed, and was most recently occupied by my friends becky and kristen. kristen's giant dog named bruiser was there and was jumping on me and not leaving me alone. after repeated attempts to push him away, i finally yelled "NO!!!" at him. he got really sad and skulked away. 2 dogs outside started barking and walked towards the front of the house where bruiser (btw, kristen doesn't really have a dog) met them outside. bruiser layed down and pouted.a deformed man in a motorized chair who lived next door rolled up and asked what the problem was. i explained, felt bad, and called bruiser over to apologize. he threw his arms around my neck and started crying. i asked if he missed his mom and he said he did and went on this dog sobbing tyrade. i consoled the dog, and called kristen to tell her to come home to her boy.

crunched for time here so i skip ahead abit.

next thing, i am sitting on a stoop again looking out over a lake. there seems to be a storm blowing in, and the whole scene is eerie. there is a definite feeeling of unrest in the air. then, on the horizon to the north, and giant figure appears with a large club over his shoulder, trudging south shin deep in the water. i then think to myself i am watching clash of the titans. more giants appear, all heading wordlessly south in the water all somber like but with purpose. soon the lake is full of marching giants and people start to head out of their doors and follow olong the shoreline. there is a guy who is franticly trying to get people to stop, and regain their senses. turns out everyone is headed to valhalla, which in my dream is the equal to armageddon. this one guy climbs into a tree and shouts "STOP!!!" for a minute, everyone does. he tries to tell them all that he bible is lying, and you don't have to go. one of the giants catapults him from the tree, and he lands on his back. everyone turns and walks to their end. i decide to stay, a few people do, but i didn't want to hang out with the tree guy, ifound him very irritating. i enter the house, which is now something like a borders books with a bad diner. i sit down at the diner, and magically rowdy and jole are my dining companions. our waitress had no idea what had happened. she said she had like 6 tables, but they ll got up and left abruptly. i tried to explain, but she didn't get it, so we ordered cheeseburgers. i tried to tell jole a story, but he kept interrupting me and being generally frustrating. it was a very typical rowdy, justin, jole eating experience. alot of grousing and jabbing at eachother. when the food came, jole bit into his burger and complained of something hard. i examined his sandwich and found what looked like a large vicodin, intact minus a bit jole chipped off with his tooth. we called the server over, who was a 16-17 year old girl, and not to bright. explained the pill, and she exclaimed that it was hers for allergies or something and stuck her paw out for it and asked if she could have it now because she was going to take it right there. we were all appalled and denied her the pill and demanded that jole not pay. we were all in awe. i remember stating that this might be the most fucked-up day i ever had. then, the manger of the washington mutual next to my store came up to the table face covered in shaving cream. introduced himself to rowdy and jole, and tried to get them to open accounts. i was preparing to pay. i had a 10 and a 20 that were both badly torn. i tried to tape them up, and i woke up.

its now 4:40am. time to go to work.


note to self: don't eat near raw steak before bed.