Dream: chocolate, Bill Gates, cigarettes, and a boy on fire

[abracanabra]

I went to the convenience stgore and bought lots and lots of stuff, including oranges and lemons

(scurvy, anyone?).

Then I sat in the hull of an abandoned boat, yacht-sized, near the dock. I had lots and lots of cigarettes, a giant 3'x2' carton of Newports, to be precise. People kept asking for cigarettes. masui showed up and started smoking with me as we sat on lawn chairs on the abandoned boat hull. An Indian friend of mine from high school climbed into boat, took a match, lit it, stuck it in her front shirt pocket to create smokescreen. She didn't like smoke, so she used it to block our smoke. Even at the time, that didn't make a whole lot of sense.

I went home because I was expecting the Muse. He was not home yet, but when I returned, a regular party developing on the hull of the boat.

I was hungry, so I went to a very fancy restaurant. I ate half my delicious meal, then

ran home again to check if the Muse was back or not. I left behind all my things, including my shoes which I had taken off. He was still not back. I did this twice. The second time I came back, I sat next to Bill Gates, who was also eating at the restaurant. He offered to share his meal with me (it consisted of nothing but chocolate), so we shared chocolate triple cake and wine and somthing else that was chocolate. It was obviously Bill Gates but he was going by the name Tom Card. Gates wanted a cigarette, so we went outside. Gates and the two military officers who had sat at the nearby table went outside while I gathered my things. This took a considerable amount of time, and the General got kind of nervous.

I gave Gates a cigarette while he stood in front of the limo. He complained about not eating well since his wife left him. I commiserated over the lack of variety in frozen dinners.

Gates mentioned that his hobby was carving wooden crucifixes. He looked sad and said he "did them for Joel" even though he sold or burned them after they were done. He showed me a lovely example. Jesus looked like he was in a lot of pain.

I looked down the block and saw a boy who had fireworks errupting from his insides. They looked like regular fireworks, but they only shot out a couple of feet from his body, burning with very shiny lights. The boy screamed as he writhed on the ground. Everyone else was frozen. I grabbed my backpack and ran over. I opened it up and knelt to pull out my camera. I told myself I would help him just as soon as I had some photographs.

I had a lot of trouble getting my camera (my regular automatic that I take with me everywhere) to work. It suddenly had a bunch of really weird setting I'd never seen before, like farsight.


Make of that what you will. The scary thing is that, in real life, I would probably make the same choice and go for the camera first.

Oh, yeah, and I found one of my "dream signifiers:" lots of cigarettes. If I have lots of cigarettes, it's most likely a dream. Newports, ugh! I can only think this will get worse when I begin to quit smoking.

Comments

[lyght.livejournal.com]

Hrm...so Gates has himself some dream Nazis, eh? Interesting....

[gunn.livejournal.com]

SHOW ME YOUR TEETH!

*sigh* Billiam Gates

[kireeonna.livejournal.com]

one of these days I'll show you what I did to Bill Gates eyes when he was 17. He was so handsome. I ... I ... I SMELL HEAT!!!! OMIGOD! THEY FINALLY TURNED ON THE %%*^(*$$### HEAT!!! Oh merciful heaven...

anyway, I used to go to his house in the morning and kick his ass out of bed and play hacky sack. aah, those were the days.


mmm heat.

Re: *sigh* Billiam Gates

[cloudscudding.livejournal.com]

*sigh* Billiam Gates

No...no...it wasn't that kind of dream.

mmm heat.

See my most recent post.