For the past couple nights, my dreams have contained my father and brother Tory. The only possible reason i could see this happening is because of the planned trip this November.
This dream is pretty blurry , i only remember bits and pieces. It almost feels like part II , to my nap time dream after turkey lunch yesterday.
Tory and I are up in the club, but i cant remember anything popping off in there. However, i do feel we had a feel dis-agreements.
Some sort of altercations in the apartment building hallways with a bunch of white girls, i think they stole something from me and i was trying to retrieve it, sill bitches ran down into the lobby and i had to chase them.
On are way home, i was double checking are room, and found all sorts of things in the grand piano, this is second time a grand piano has been a compartment for little items. One item that stood out was my dads Gold lighter i remember as a child. Did i have the intention of giving it back or keeping it for my self.
Playing sports with a bunch of scouts taking our skills in, what does this represent ?
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
noontime nap:
it feel like im in the southern parts of USA , maybe a flash back of our family vacation along the eastern seaboard. I was with dad looking for tory, he was late and didnt show up to the meeting location, as we left the parking lot a red volvo came zooming in, i knew it was him and yes it turned out to be him.
Tory wanted a bike to get around town so we went to bike shop that "happen" to be right there. We went in and i immediately noticed my bike partly dis-assembled. I was like WTFFFFFF!!! The owner showed me a letter from the "original owner" stating it was his, and had the serial number to prove it. So they cut the bike and brought it back to there shop for further investigation. I arugued for a while and thought about just grabbing the bike and running off, but knew that would lead to nothing in my benefit.
I'm awoken by the arguing of mom and sis , the massive turkey lunch mess is crushin em
it feel like im in the southern parts of USA , maybe a flash back of our family vacation along the eastern seaboard. I was with dad looking for tory, he was late and didnt show up to the meeting location, as we left the parking lot a red volvo came zooming in, i knew it was him and yes it turned out to be him.
Tory wanted a bike to get around town so we went to bike shop that "happen" to be right there. We went in and i immediately noticed my bike partly dis-assembled. I was like WTFFFFFF!!! The owner showed me a letter from the "original owner" stating it was his, and had the serial number to prove it. So they cut the bike and brought it back to there shop for further investigation. I arugued for a while and thought about just grabbing the bike and running off, but knew that would lead to nothing in my benefit.
I'm awoken by the arguing of mom and sis , the massive turkey lunch mess is crushin em
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