DREAM LAST NIGHT

Stories about Lindsey. I don't know- I still think I love her, but she's clueless.

We had a black sexual chauvinist. We were in a movie. It was a violent movie they wanted us to watch for school. It was about race relations in the school system, and violence. Some guy got shot. They were selling textbooks out of the factory. That's where he got shot. Information tryin' to be suppressed by some fat cat. It went to the next scene. I was tellin' the guys I didn't want to watch that movie 'cause it made me think of violent thoughts and I didn't like thinkin' of violent thoughts. But I figured as long as the school wanted me to watch it, I would watch it. It went to the next scene. I was standin' in front of some black guy, and he put his hand on my ass. I said, 'Get your hand off my ass!' Some black dude, an older man. He did, and then he kept on talkin', and then he did it again, and I was like, 'You fuckin' bastard, do I have to tell you twice?' Then he started followin' me around the apartment, tryin' to touch my ass or something. I started throwin' things at him and stuff, breakin' the apartment. Some girl- he caused her to suck his dick for about one minute and then he came in her mouth. And then he continued chasing me. I kept on throwin' things at him, swingin' heavy objects at him. I broke a lamp. But I was aware it was all a dream; I guess you could say it was a lucid dream, 'cause I didn't give a shit what I broke or anything- I didn't give a shit. If it was part of real life- part of a movie- the director might have sued me, charged me for what I broke, or something. But since it was all in my dream and I knew that, I just broke as much shit as I wanted and I said, 'I don't give a shit.' I was willing to hurt the guy, obviously. At that point, I woke up, 'cause I was like, 'This dream sucks! I'm just gonna wake myself up.'  That's what I did, and that's what happened, Amen.

The movie also had to do with cannabis. It was the hot new drug on the market, and it was causing waves of violence to erupt in society, sold causing disruption in the black market.... If they would legalize it, we wouldn't have this problem. I don't see why you don't realize that...

I was watching Conan on TV and being grateful that he'll probably live for a long time cause Conan is one of my favorite comedians.

There was a crime scene on TV. Some guy with brown hair and eyes was talkin' to Conan about some girl who was tellin' him he was rude.. And then it went to a crime scene in a big city: flashing red lights and cops in back packs. It looked almost like the crime scene was right outside your window. I was grateful to live where I live in North Carolina, because you don't often see flashing red lights. 

My dad said Goodwill in the big city is having trouble keeping its workers hired in the middle of the day. They just couldn't hire no one to work. They had their professionals goin' off to school and work, and their jobs at the hospital. Couldn't keep anyone hired to work during the middle of the day and they decided to shut the place down during the middle of the day. 

My mom said thank god for Lenoir. (?)

I was in a class and we were playin with cannabis oil, doin' experiments with it. It spilled on the floor, and it was a carpeted floor, and it seemed like it was gonna stain it. I was behind on my school work, Chemistry homework to catch up on, English homework. The rest of the class went to lunch. The teacher said I should stay in the class and work on my Chemistry homework, and I would work a little bit on my English homework. A few of the other boys decided to stay behind, too. We couldn't really concentrate even though we did stay behind for lunch, but I got some work done. And then it was time to return the homework. Right before we did that, we decided to clean up the cannabis all off of the table. I wiped up some with my hands, and then it dried. and then I had sand on my hands. I blew my hands off with my breath, and the sand blew away across the room. 

Kylex (?), Ebonhair (?), Ointment (?). 

I was at like a men's residential program. I was trying to do my laundry. You're supposed to mix the cold water with the detergent, but I couldn't get it freezing like they were asking for.

Joe was jealous of the girls I was attracting cause he liked the same girls, and, even though he had blue eyes and blonde hair, he couldn't attract them....

This was a big part of the dream that I just didn't catch 'cause I have very shallow sleep and I was just barely floating in and out of consciousness. 

Providence by Tim Kile in my head.

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