Such A Fucked Up One.
So last night I had such a fucked up dream.
It began with me waking up an hour and 45 minutes late for my class today. I freak the hell out and start running to class, thinking that I can still make it to class on time to take the quiz we had, even though class would already be over by then. So I head to Coffey Hall, even though that’s definitely the wrong direction. I get there, it looks nothing like it actually does, and I head down this one hallway, and head up a ladder (?). I realize this isn’t the right place, so I climb back down.
The next thing I know, I’m in my hometown, 3 blocks from my friend Tim’s house, in just a towel, and I have no idea how to get to campus. These cops pull over next to me and I start to ask them where the campus is, but they cut me off and know what I’m asking, and don’t answer the question. Then one of the cops just gets outta the car and starts walking away.
The next thing I know, I’m flying in this helicopter/glider-like contraption above the Kankakee River. I see this really nifty house and, for some reason, I can hear the radio. It’s talking about the house, and about how it has solar panels on the roof to power a windmill nearby (this makes no sense at all). I land inside the house, and it turns out to belong to my former Political Theory teacher. I talk to him for a while and then one of my friends shows up, though I don’t know who it is.
Then the scene changes completely again. Now I’m at what looks kinda like UIC’s campus along the lake. So I head inside (still in just a towel) and it turns out to be a dining hall. I walkup to some girl and ask her where I am. She replies with something that I don’t remember, implying that I could get in trouble. It’s some kind of game (think of initiation) and she says she’ll give me 2 minutes to get away.
I run into another girl on the way who wasn’t so generous. But I ignore her and head outside (by this time I have clothes) and brave the Chicago wind. It’s fiercer than usual, and I have to crawl to get anywhere. This Mexican girl just behind me is struggling to crawl and then, when i look again, she’s Japanese and screaming that Tokyo was nothing like this.
Eventually I make it to a parking garage, somewhere around the 3rd floor, and a Latin American guerilla-lookin’ guy starts shooting an AK-47 at me as I head down a fairly steep ramp. Now I don’t remember how, but I get a fairly powerful pistol at some point (maybe a deagle?) and start shootin’ bitches up like there ain’t no tomorrow; somehow I’m also a really good shot. So I’m running through these tunnel like contraptions in this parking garage, bustin’ caps. I make it to some kind of dark house structure at the bottom of the garage, where all my friends are. Then some guy shows up and I know he’s there to kill us. I grab an AK and go to town on him and he falls down, but I know better. He’s wearing a bullet-proof vest, and I shoot him in the gut. Knowing that he’s dying, he pulls something out of a box in his chest. I don’t know what it is, but I know I have to run away and disappear as soon as possible on a long journey. JJ and I depart up a staircase. The End.
So much was at play in this dream from my life. Mainly, I wanna go on two epic journeys in the next two summers. One involves walking for fifty days, the other biking around the country, and I hope to wrote a book about each.
I decided this week that I am going to study in Puntarenas, Costa Rica. It’s 80 degrees all the time and I’m going during the dry months, so not much rain. I’ll live along 5 miles of beach, but not far from tropical rainforest. :D
