Target is the Epitome of Evil Pt. 2

Written 6/9/2005 & 6/19/2005

I thought I'd try and get a little suspense for you guys and girls. Perhaps it'll draw you in!! ::Makes excited face and runs around room in circle:: And the stunning conclusion.

The week before my friend got hired, his body did something that is still unexplained. He had a spontaneous pnuemothorax. The condition, I guess you can call it, is when the lung becomes dissengaged from the chest wall. If you want more info, I suggest checking out WebMD. This causes a collapsed lung. This is the second time this occured to my friend. During the first occurance, he didn't have health insurance so he couldn't take care of it. This time, he needed to fix it and we (collectively, me, the non-g/f, a nurse from her family, and his family) found a way. The following couple of days, he went in for a pre-operation operation. What happens, is that the lung collapses due to pressure building up between the lung and chest wall, so doctors put a tube in his lung to release the pressure (I still don't understand how a tube in the lung releases pressure from the outside of the lung). This ordeal was quite difficult to listen to, as he described the painful details of his doctor's mistakes. When he arrived, he had some new, young schmo of a doctor. Right off, my friend asked him if he's ever done this procedure before. "Oh, yes, hundreds of times," was the reply. Not bloody likely... During this procedure he had to remain awake, but he received some morphine. The doctor made an incision underneath his rib cage and shoved (in reality the doctor put most of his weight on my friend trying to put the tube in due to the difficulty he was having with the insertion) a quarter to half inch diameter tube into the incision in an attempt to stick it in his lung. When said doc started, my friend could feel the pain from the incision, so he requested more morphine. After numerous attempts, each needing an x-ray to confirm correct insertion, including two that missed, and the final one, which "worked", that wrapped around his lung and inserted in the back, he was ready to go home. Because of his current state, he wouldn't be able to do any lifting or any activity that required exertion. He then had some red tape to go through before he could get his surgery. First, he visited the doctor he saw the first time his lung collapsed. Apparently the schmo doctor had never performed the procedure before because my friend's veteran doctor, said that the tube needed to be inserted only a few inches for it to work properly, not 2 feet, wrapping around the lung. After making his diagnosis, the veteran doc, pulled out the tube and reinserted it properly. Needless to say, my friend was quite livid and was losing faith fast in our great (or lack thereof) health care system. At this point, we hadn't figured out my friend's health insurance predicament, so he discussed the situation with this veteran doctor. The doctor warned that without insurance, he would be quite far in debt for a long time. My friend didn't care, he wanted the problem fixed for good and he understood the repercussions of debt. The veteran doctor reluctantly gave my friend the phone number of surgeon that could perform the needed procedure. For some reason, when he tried to get surgery done on his lung, the doctor that needed to do the operation was booked for a week and a half. He started to worry about his Target job, so he called them and asked if he could keep the job, for he had been hired, but now he couldn't even show up for his first day. They said that he still had a place there, so he wasn't as depressed about the whole ordeal. The next day the doctor's secretary called him back and told him that the realization of the seriousness of his condition was acknowledged, so he was going to have the surgery done in the next few days. The day came when his surgery was scheduled, and I had talked with him often about how he was feeling during the past few days. He was nervous, because it was his first time going under, so I reassured him that it would be ok and that the only thing he really had to worry about is the pain he was going to have after coming to. When I had my widom teeth pulled, I was gased, and when I came to, the pain seemed to be more intense than I expected, so I figured this would be similar to any surgery. I was working a volunteer position for BCQ at Coffman Hall planting seeds for free plants (I now have my favorite flower, the Morning Glory, growing at home) when he left for the operation.

Later, when he was in post-op, his father called me, as requested, to tell me his condition following the procedure, which was stable and good. Over the next few days, he was recovering quite well. A different friend went to visit him and told me he was looking rough and he couldn't speak very well, which was understood. I talked with him shortly the second day following his operation, and I had to let him go, because I couldn't hear him well, and I didn't want him to have to repeat everything, as it was already difficult enough for him to talk. I planned a trip to see him with the non-g/f. We bought him some Prismacolor® colored pencils (the best in the market, according to non-g/f), a sketch pad, and I burned some music for him (some rarities from my personal collection). The night we planned a visit, he told us not to come, because he was having some disagreements with his roommate. Apparently, his roommate had changed that day and the new one and my friend didn't see eye to eye. Something about my friends swearing in his everyday vernacular that the other guy didn't appreciate. That aside, we were just going to drop off his gifts because this was the only night we could see him that week. I think pushing the meeting was enough for my friend to say "fuck it" and let us come anyway. We arrived quite late and visited him for a few hours. He showed us pictures of his surgery and explained what happened. To give you all the jist, they scraped the chest wall up so it bled very slightly, and pressed the lung to the chest wall; the idea was that the lung would adhere to the chest wall when it scabed. It looked like the most painful thing I had ever seen in my life. He learned that morphine had no effect on him, when he was at the highest dosage that wouldn't kill him and he still felt the pain in full. They switched his pain meds to something else. He was so excited to have an automated administration device that would inject the meds whenever he flipped a switch. I thought it was pretty sweet myself. After the nurses suggested that we leave, out of respect for his roommate, we headed back home.

My friend left the hospital later that week. He actually left earlier than the hospital wanted him to. What happened was that the doctor told him he was set to go, and that he could, but when the doctor left later that day, and my friend tried to leave, they wanted personal confirmation from the doctor to let my friend go. Unfortunately, the doctor he had talked to had left for the day, so he was "stuck" at the hospital. My friend, not one for rules, embarked for home that afternoon. He didn't get in any trouble or anything (I don't think they could have done anything anyway). He has since fully recovered and is doing fine, although I'm pissed that he is still smoking after he said he was done for good after the operation. Smoking increases the occurrence incidents of the condition he has, and since the condition is a "repeated offender", it would be best if he didn't. I respect that it's his life though, and he may do with it as he pleases. If anything does happen to him, I will resurrect him, and kill him again, however. I'm reserving that right.

That next week, my friend called Target to see when he could start working again (I think he needed an additional few weeks of recovery, though), and they told him that there was a problem with his situation, or something to that effect. He was perplexed as to what the deal was, but the person he was talking to didn't have answers. That day, he played phone tag for hours trying to find out what the problem with his job was, but every person referred him to someone else who apparently had the answers. Eventually it went full circle, until he was bitching the hell out of this one woman. She broke the circle and gave him some number which got him in contact of a lady who was going to investigate what had happened and call him back the next day. It turned out that something had happened and he had lost his position. I'm not going to disclose what their excuse was, but I think what they did was illegal since they had already hired him.

After all of that, I wanted to boycott Target as a career supplier, but I was already in the midst of my interviews when these events took place. I'm pretty sure I've already talked about the details of my experience with Target's employment ploy, so this is why I've decided that Target is how I've previouly described it in the title bar. Luckily I didn't accept the job! Thank You! Ya.....Hooo!

Did you like the suspense?

P-Wagz

Target is the Epitome of Evil Pt. 1

Written 6/7/2005

I just spend 15 minutes looking up the word "epitome". Riot. This post has been in the making for quite some time. I was going to write part of it a long time ago, but then waited as I became part of the post. I won't waste any suspense here, as you already know anyway, this is about the good ol' Target Corporation and my friend and my adventures with it. Long ago, my friend decided that he was going to get a job at Target. In fact, his brother, who works for the company, is a top of the chain copy person for their corporation headquarters, here in MN and was the inspiration for my friend to get this job. His brother is the one who was going to get his foot in the door for this job. He applied back in December, I think it was, and didn't hear hide nor hair of 'em until the end of March, when they told him that they would be interested in hiring him. Now, my friend, he dabbles in the dark arts (we'll keep it vague, although I'm sure I'll give away exactly what I'm referring to shortly), so he started freaking out because he had to, sort of, straighten up and fly right. To apply to a corporate job, you usually, I'm assuming, have to take a drug test as a part of company procedure before they hire you. He was a little worried about whether or not he would be able to pass the test or not because he hadn't expected to get this job, given the length of time of their response. So he called me and asked if I knew any home remedies, to which I didn't, but I suggested that he drink water like it was the most abundant resource on the planet. Fortunately, he had already begun this endeavor. He then asked me to check out this website, to which I can't recall the URL. It was a site that advertised some product that would allow one to pass a drug test if the test was taken within 5 hours post consumption of the product. I checked it out and told him, "What do you have to lose?" I was a little skeptical of the product because I thought that there would have to be some chemical in the product that either had a concentration that would drown out the THC in your blood, or would have to be very reactive to attack THC and manipulate it into some other untested form. It's not always a great idea to put those things in your body, but he read me the ingredient list in case I could scan out any possible toxin-like substances. After I heard it, I laughed. He had purchased a highly potent energy drink (about 3 times as powerful as Red Bull). The day had come, and after about a month or so of drinking a gallon of water a day, he went in to do the interviews. He got through both of them without any problems, and he was notified that after he took the drug test, he would be hired. He took the test and was hired, but then fate had other plans.

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For any family members that read this, I'm sorry. This is my sense of humor. I blame my father.

P-Wagz

What If You Could Encapsulate an Event and Swallow It?

Written 6/2/2005

This is a long post, have fun with it. I noticed that I can detail events at my cabin better than any other events. Ya. Hoo.

I am coming to you post-Memorial Day weekend at the beautiful Bio-Med library located on the U of MN campus. I am looking out our front doors, gazing at a pendingly gorgeous day and just waiting for 5 pm, so I can get out of here. I will update you on my Memorial Day weekend. I traveled up to the cabin for the first time in a long time. My parents, aunt, and grandma were there, as well as my uncle who lives up there and would stop by for dinner (he always does). I didn't go up until Saturday with my parents because I had to work on Friday and I drove non-g/f home and hung out with her before her departure to California for the weekend. I packed and semi-organized my room until the wee hours of the night. I was supposed to be at my parents house at 9 am, but when the alarm clock went off, my body didn't want to get up, so I slept almost until 9. I called my dad at 8:30 and asked if they were ready to go, even though I hadn't showered or anything yet, and ended up waking him up. This happened the last time they told me we were leaving at 9 am, so I should have known. After a brisk shower and shave, I grabbed my stuff and headed over to the rents. Once I arrived I ate a quick lunch and we were on the road by 11ish. Two and half hours and a couple of pit stops later, we pulled onto the old dirt road that is one of the many symbols of having a cabin. My aunt and grandmother were already up there, and it turned out that my uncle didn't come up, because my grandma was driving him nuts! When my grandma comes up from Florida, she will only stay with my uncle and aunt, and not my parents' place because my dad smokes and the dog. This time she is staying an extended period, though, so she's already grating on my uncle's nerves.

I visited and played double solitaire with grandma, and I was having fun. I called Cas, he was up for the weekend, and we decided that we would get together that evening sometime. Our other friend MDT, was supposed to be coming up, but when I called him, he kept saying that he didn't know if he was going to. I convinced him that he could stay at my cabin for the weekend if he came up and that we would party "fo show'edly". After eating dinner, he arrived and we decided to go to Paradise Point, a bar near my cabin. Cas wasn't able to come out right away because he went into town with his nephews. MDT and I arrived at the bar with my parents (not embarrassing at all) and he ordered us both vodka sours (because of my college student status). I learned the difference between drinking up north and in the cities. In the cities you pay $4 for a drink and it's usually not that great, not a lot of booze or anything, or it tastes like crap. Up north, you pay less than half of the cities' price, and at the particular bar we were at, the bartendress would pour the booze the whole time she added the other ingredients. It adds up to one pow-pow-powerful drink for cheap and that equals awesomeness. As the night progressed, I had two additional Whiskey sours, or 7&7's or whatever they are called. Cas showed up with his g/f when I was on my third drink. We had a gay ol' time that evening. After a few games of pool and listening to the live band, who was named after a multi-platinum smash hit by Green Day - Basketcase, we headed for the other bar nearby - Lakeside. I made sure my mother was alright staying at Paradise, and we were on our way with my father. At this point I am pretty drunk (I'm a light weight and I don't really drink that often) and when we arrived at Lakeside, I jumped on the back of Cas's van as he parked, whooping all crazy-like. I convinced everyone to have a smoke (myself included [I know, I know, I'm a hypocritical s.o.b., but I only smoke when I drink]) and we walked over to the where we thought a bridge across the stream feeding the lake was supposed to be. It had been demolished and I was a little shocked. This aforementioned bridge and I have quite a history, and if I ever get around to posting my old ejournals, you'll know what I'm talking about. I met a girl there who changed my life long ago, but that's another story entirely. Anyway, after my drunk ass calmed down, we went out on a dock and looked up at the stars and smoked. After a while, my father came looking for us, so we went back into the bar. It was pretty dead inside, and I heard some stories the next day as to why. First off, Lakeside, formerly Derosier's, was happenest bar up on the twin lakes (my cabin is on Upper South Long Lake, there is a Lower South Long Lake as well. I should also mention that MDT, Cas and I grew up together. We all lived on the same block; MDT's grandma lives two houses away and Cas lives down the street. It's ironic and uncanny too that MDT's grandma owns a cabin on Lower South Long, only a 10 minute drive from my cabin! I think we all were meant to be friends. In fact, we three consider ourselves brothers, since I don't have any siblings.) Over the years, Lakeside's popularity has maintained itself, until around the time I stopped coming up to my cabin, or 2001ish. Either that, or I always thought it was really popular as a child, and there never really was anyone up there, and just seemed that way because I was a kid. Anyway, the owner of the bar, who also owns the campgrounds out behind the bar, didn't have a permit for camping and he got busted the night before. As a result, all the campers, and I'm sure there were quite a few there, had to leave. Now that that's said, moving on with the evening. We ordered a round of Mandarin Absolut,like the old times, and drank to those times. I believe I played "It's Been Awhile", by Staind, and "Let Her Cry" by Hootie and the Blowfish, classic songs from our friendship. After the shot, or maybe it was before it, I went over and said hello to Billy, a local and regular there. I talked to him like he was my best friend, even though I haven't seen him in years. He's one of the happiest drunks I've ever met. After that little rendevous, we sat down, drank a couple of beers, and then headed home. Once we got home, I remember trying to play "Disarm", a song by the Smashing Pumpkins that I recently learned, but I was so drunk, I couldn't make it sound right. This is where it gets a little blurry. Keep in mind that this is the first time I've been drunk enough that I can't remember all of the previous evening's events. I asked MDT for a smoke, and I went up on the hill driveway of mine and drank a beer and smoked by myself, for a short while anyway. Eventually, Cas and MDT came up and we were talking for a while, but I don't remember what about. After that, we headed back down. Later, I was either in the cabin, or in the guest cabin, when I asked Cas for one last cigarratte. I told him that after the next one, no matter what, not to give me another one. He told me to hold off until the "right moment" to smoke it, so I waited for a while. After a little while, MDT and Cas's g/f were off somewhere, and Cas and I decided that it was time for that smoke. We went out on the boat house near the lake and smoked. MDT came out and I ended up telling them that I loved them like brothers, no seriously, they didn't understand, like brothers. I had made my point for like the 100th time in my life. It was at this point that I started feeling sick to my stomach. I called it off, thinking that I just had to go to the bathroom or something. I continued on with the night for a while, before I decided that I should go to the bathroom. I ended up passing out for about 5-10 minutes on the toilet. When I awoke, I knew I was going to be sick. I pitched it for the first time in probably 7 or so years. Afterward, I felt much better. I had a glass and a half of water, and headed off to bed.

The next day MDT and I awoke at about 11:30. My mother came in tellling me that the phone was for me. I went in all groggily and answered, thinking it was my non-g/f. I heard a disgruntled sounding old man ask for my grandma. I notified my mom that it was for grandma. It turned out to be her boyfriend Jesse. I went back to the little cabin and MDT was out on the little deck having a square. I asked him when Cas and his woman left last night. "You mean you don't remember? They left when you were on your way to bed," he replied. Some thoughts came creeping back, when I was throwing up, I remember Cas's woman petting my hair and I think MDT was there as well. I went out to the kitchen to drink the water, and then went right to bed. We entered the cabin and I made a delicious French toast breakfast for the two of us. My grandma started harping on us to do some yard work, so for part of the afternoon, we picked up twigs in the yard, and I mowed the weeds and plants that are known collectively as the yard. MDT had talked to his grandma and he wanted to head over to her place sometime that day. Just for referrence, I went up Saturday and it was now Sunday. Sometime during the day, I whipped out my guitar to play MDT "Disarm". My father entered the room, and MDT sany along as I played. It was very cool. After that, I played a couple of other tunes, and "blew my dad's mind" as he told me. Something about playing that day hit me, I want to get out there and perform more than ever now!

There is a place out in the woods known as Davy Crockett's Camp, that my father used to go to when he was a child, and my friends and I go there. MDT travelled there that day, and I told MDT that we would do some 'shroomin'. We went around for about an hour or two and collected mushrooms. Got a good haul, we did. We took them back to the cabin and I wrote descriptions and made spore prints. It was getting near supper time, so we decided to go to MDT's grandma's place before dinner was ready. The most noticable thing about her cabin that had changed was that the deck now wrapped around the entire cabin, instead of just going to the side door and stopping. We went in the front padio door, which was inexcessable for many many years and I gazed on at the the new ceiling, carpet and cabinets that had been recentley installed. I said hi to his family and friends, and we ate some of the food they were having for dinner. I had been trying to figure out who made this one salad for years, because I haven't had it in years and I was craving it from time to time, and I finally figured it out, it was MDT's mother. Man, that was some good stuff. Some of the things that we talked about were that MDT's mom rolled down the hill that the cabin sat upon earlier that morning. I don't know what happened, but she tripped or something and rolled until a tree near the base of the hill stopped her descent. They were also planning to build a bi-level garage. I asked jokingly if it was going to be a party barn, and to my surprise, MDT's mom agreed! When we finished eating, MDT wanted to go for a walk like the old days. We walked down the narrow street a ways until we found an old trail we used to traverse in our past. We walked past a little field where we drank brandy years ago out of the cap on the bottle and had some laughs. Some younger girls on a 4-wheeler kept driving by us, and one time stopped to say something to us. Neither of us could hear what was said, and after the second repeat, when I could actually hear the girl, she said that she wasn't going to repeat what she said and that she felt dumb now and to nevermind, and they drove off. Whatever. Continuing on our path MDT was now hooked on finding mushrooms after he discovered how much fun it was earlier, so we kept our eyes peeled. We found some weird ones and collected them. Arriving back at the cabin, we were going to bid farewell to his family and friends, because we had a feast back at my cabin awaiting us. I think I left the mushrooms out on his truck, because I didn't have them when I got home on Monday when I was finalizing the descriptions. We went back to my pad and ate some scruptous turkey, green bean casorole, cheesy potatoes (a family fav.), corn, and stuffing. It was grub-in'. Post-dinner, MDT needed smokes and a small road trip was to ensue. We trucked it over to the Conoco about 15 minutes away, blasting some 311 the whole time. MDT informed me of a kegger his rents were going to that night that we could attend if we wanted to. I complied and called Cas to see if he wanted to go. He wanted more info about where and when, so we called MDT's mom, but she didn't answer. He then called his grandma's cabin and she said that they went up to Paradise Point. Our new mission was to head up there and find out more about the schindig. My father had been bugging us earlier about "hanging out" with us, but sometimes my dad thinks he's a little younger than he is and wants to just hang out with my friends and I, which gets a little annoying. Anyway, we told him that we would pick him up later after we went to the store if were going to go to the bar. We headed over the Paradise to find MDT's rents having a few drinks. We sat down and MDT ordered a Whiskey 7, and myself as well. I urged him not to because I didn't feel like drinking (I was not hung over in the least), but he insisted and I received a Whiskey as well, compliments of his mom. We called Cas and told him where we were, and he showed up with his g/f shortly after. MDT was on his second Whiskey 7, when I dumped mine into his. I told him that it reminded me of the previous night, and that I would rather have a beer, so his mom then ordered me a Bud Select. I don't recall what the difference is between Bud Select and Bud, but I think it's low carb, or something ridiculous. Even that wasn't very good, and I love my beers. At this point I was not really drinking and was playing pool with MDT. Eventually Cas persuaded me to order and drink after I repeatedly told him that I didn't want to and he told me to get him something. Revenge time! I thought, "alright buddy, big mistake! You're gettin' it!" I ordered my favorite, a Colorado Bulldog, and I ordered Cas a tasty wonderful, FAIRY FIRE shot! For those non-alcoholics out there, it is a shot of tequila and some tabasco sauce, only I had the bartendress put a lot of tabasco in it; I wanted him to taste it! He took it and cursed my name for quite some time, but it was well worth it, as I sipped on my bulldog. MDT's mom got a little tipsy later that evening and told me I needed a hair cut. We had been discussing this topic earlier, and she didn't really say anything. Cas's g/f put a hair binder in my hair, so I had a top knot or something and I showed everyone. After the events died down, we headed back to my cabin, including MTD's parents. Cas, Cas's g/f, MDT and I walked down to the dock and watched the stars. It was the first time in many years that I could see all the stars up there, because all the previous times I had been up there since I started attending college, there was always a full moon that blocked them all out. After seeing a satellite and a shooting star or two and me telling them that I will see all of the stars one day, we headed inside. MDT's rents headed out. I spent the remainder of the evening playing cards with Cas's g/f while my friends chilled with my old man. After a few hours, MDT was ralphing, something I was surprised he didn't do the previous night. Usually he's the one to do it. Oh, and that was the first time I've ever gotten sick from drinking. I can no longer pride myself by saying I know my limit (well I can, but my credentials have been damaged slightly). After MDT felt better, Cas and his woman headed out, and MDT and I went to bed. We awoke early the next morning, and all went home.

I stayed at home finished some loose ends and ate dinner, then headed home at 9. When I got home, I ended up playing God of War, and excellent game, really late and went to bed. That concludes my weekend of fun and firsts!! Enjoy probably the longest post ever and goodnight!!

P-Wagz

Dreamscapes

I'm starting something new on my blog called Dreamscapes. My plan is to share my strange-assed dreams with you all, so you know the true madness within.

Dreamscapes

This is a dream I had a few months ago, but wrote it down so I wouldn't forget it. For a final senior performance, I was doing some crazy acrobatics, so crazy, in fact, that they were physically impossible. This event took place in a gymnasium, but not one in my high school (which is the last gym I truly remember being in), it was a dreamed up one. After pulling off a perfect choreographed performance, I had to redo it, because the judges weren't paying attention, although the crowd sure was. Later in the dream Johar, a friend of mine from high school whom I haven't seen since then (in reality), was telling me where he was going after he graduated from college. The setting for this part of the dream appeared as if in northern Minnesota, although it could've been anywhere. For some reason, I had to explain to Johar the difference between the already beautiful scenery and plant life we were stationed around and that of Duluth.
The next part of the dream made the least sense of all, I was standing in some war zone, and although it appeared to be simulated, something about the feeling I was getting was that it was real. There were a few other people and myself in this place, but the others' identities are unknown to me. We started out on this watch post-looking structure, and had to climb down a ladder to a muddy battleground. Off hundreds of yards away, explosions could be seen intermittently across the barbed wire laden field. The other fellows took off in all directions, as if they had missions they already knew that needed execution. I, on the other hand, went by instinct and ran to my left and to the side of the watch post, which jutted out from a wooden wall. As I looked further to my left, I saw the remnants of a destroyed house set in a corner of the fenced off field, only small chunks of the outer frame remained. I walked over, my curiosity getting the best of me. As I "entered" the house, I realized that this whole ordeal was the result of my friend, Cas's, design. He was testing me. He had some hidden journals stashed away inside the wall nearest the watch post, which I found incidently by kicking part of the wall in. Among them was a tape for which I conveniently had a tape player for. The tape gave clues to a secret in the house that I had to find to help solve a puzzle. According to the tape, there was something in the small bedroom or room, and I had to find words or an object, but the tape wasn't specific. Again, the dream transitioned to something else.
Now, I'm standing on Cas's parents' house with his parents, and his mother and I each smoke a joint. His dad just stood there and talked to us while we did it, and it was like the most natural thing ever. This would never, ever happen in reality. After the joint, I went to my car, which was parked nearby, and as I was pulling out, a black woman stopped me and started complaining to me about Cas's Cuban relatives (of which he has none)! Completely random.

In another dream, the non-g/f and I had children. One was Hispanic and had hazel eyes and was wearing a large box that resembled a box from a slider from White Castle over his diapers. In the dream I was thinking that one must be adopted (as if I had never seen these children before) because he was Hispanic.

In the next dream, B.R. and I were playing the snare drum in some concert band. After we were done playing, we decided to hit the town. We were lost in some city that we thought was B.C. and we were completely lost. At one point we crashed another band's concert and the proper attire that the other members' were wearing was suddenly on us. As I recall, we stole the show with solos and such.

Another dream had me in a grocery store with old acquaintances. I had lunch with J.Pob. and L.Mah. and J.Prec. and J.Mast. After the lunch which involved a conversation about a relationship. When I was leaving the store, I saw C.Jacob., but didn't say hi. I also saw K.Bres., but said nothing. I went into a bathroom, but then the dream changed.
I was roller balding with D.Matt. and Bizzle in some institution's parking lots. We separated and I stumbled upon some secret lots, one with very expensive luxury and sports cars. A small lake could be see to the left of me and the lots were raised as if on a cliff above the lake, its perimeter fenced off. There was also another fenced in lot to my left as well. I saw this sports car that belonged to "the twins", whatever that meant, and I knew that it was indestructible so I decided to do some jumps off of it with my rollerblades. The car itself was like one of those tiny two seater BMWs, only it was lower to the ground and the front end formed a point with the ground, making it look like a jump; I think it had a porsche sign on it. I rolled around the lot, then decided to go back. After I jumped one of the fences (each lot was enclosed by a cyclone fence), I decided that I wanted to go back once more. The last part of the dream was repeated, only I didn't re-recall that it was the twins' car. but the way I looked at the car and the way I jumped off of it was the same. I finally left the expensive car lot and crossed the other two lots to met up with the guys again. I asked them if they found the two secret lots with the really incredibly expensive sports cars in it. They were like, "No, way! Show us!" I did (I even thought that it was funny that they didn't find it when I originally met up with them only one parking lot away from two secret ones [the parking lots were really small, i'd say 100 ft^2]). When we were leaving, the dream shifted and I realized that I had to escape the lots without angering the female cows (What??). Ben and Dan were gone, suddenly, and I was climbing the fence of the lot next to the expensive sports cars. I turned to see a bull, so I thought I was safe. As I turned around to finish jumping the fence (I'm still in my rollerblades), I noticed an angry female cow underneath me attempting to jump up and stop me from escaping! I said, "Oh, shit," and the parking lot turned into a giant gymnasium with a 100 foot ceiling. There were other guys in the gym on the other side and there was a large female instructor. I didn't get to see what the other guys were doing, because I was busy getting away from the cow that was now underneath me. Suddenly I'm at the ceiling of this 100 ft. high gym holding onto a thick rope that's notched into a groove. I can reflect now that at least heights were not frightening in the dream. The instructor belts out, "in order to keep the cow from getting angry, when she jumps up to you, put the apex of her head into the deep groove of your crotch!" I'm thinking,"Ok, this shouldn't be too hard," without a care how strange this all sounds. The cow jumps up 100 feet (normal cow behavior), puts its head up, I sit on it, mimicking exactly what the instructor just said, and let go of the rope. The cow lands on the ground, violently bucks around as well as jumps a couple of her 100 foot high jumps, and I have to ride her the whole time. This little fiasco happens two more times, when all of a sudden the cow is a hot babe. She's naked too! Then I notice, so am I!! Only I'm riding on her shoulders. I tell her that her boobs are really cool or something strange, and she says to me, "let me show you something really cool!" Keep in mind, now the naked woman is doing exactly what the cow was doing. She jumps over to the other side of the gym where all my other friends are. They too, are now naked and riding naked women with big boobs. My woman jumps in front of all of them, while I'm thinking, "great, my ass is jiggling all over the place." She eventually gets in line with the others and then I wake up.

The last dream I am going to tell you about is one where I cut my hair with the cork screw on my swiss army knife. I don't know how it worked, I just ran it through my hair and it would cut it. It looked really good too, when I was done with it. Later in the dream, I met this girl named Divinity or something on a school bus that was acting as a campus connector here on campus. She was cute, and I noticed that her eyes were greenish hazel (what's with people having greenish eyes in my dreams??). She kept hitting on me and I didn't know what to do, I wasn't that interested. She kept acting like a child by doing weird things like disconnecting the emergency windows and throwing them out onto the express way. Later in the dream, I was driving myself around the northern part of the state and I was lost. It felt good to be free and by myself. It reminds me of how I think Incubus felt when they wrote Morning View.

To wrap it up, I have to say that in most of my dreams, there is always a transition. I'm doing one thing with certain people, and then, it changes rapidly to something entirely different. It's the way it's always been with me.

Well, that's the lot of them, enjoy!

P-Wagz