I suppose nothing happens out of the ordinary unless you have that yearning to open your eyes a little wider upon waking. I did just that today, my eyes bulging, my hand harnessed on my chest. Tornado dreams again. it must of been early cause the sun was shining but had just been driving down a rainy highway at night. A specific highway, this stretch of route 81 where the red hotel lights gleam, smearing themselves into the the heavy eastward raindrops. The tornados were cultivating in the sky…it was dark in the sky, wet and somber and cool, sometimes the sky was a placid orange. We were headed to some establishment, one of safe keeping I guess. We would make it, a group of faceless friends and I. A shopping mall I guess, that;s what it looked like. Not any shopping mall though, this mecca of capitalism had been constructed as a high end technological establishment. We were let in, we walked down corridors past clothing store, a record store, one of those earth stores where they sell those interesting looking rock in the bins, whale music was playing and there was a globe, grow-a from and sea-monkey kits on a shelf. We were escorted by personal to the end of the corridor to bolted metal doors, the men had guns…not the mall security type you’d think, these men carried military issue artillery. they punched in a security code and the door pressure locked released as freezing oxygen lurched forward escaping confinement. Walked through this white room as warning sirens began to permeate through the whole establishment, I heard shrieks of terror echoed from various regions of the ‘mall’. we crossed a metal catwalk two hundreds of feet in the air from the bottom of some laboratory, some abyss. Approaching a round apparatus in the center, it looked like some sort of huge disc shaped aircraft, like a ufo, it was docked. The pods encircling the oblong cylindric device were meant for our protection from the devastating tornado at hand. People, my faceless friends, the boarded the craft. I however did not as I found myself in the food court among my fellow hysterical proletariate. A french fry stand is where I would seek shelter, a middle aged Spanish woman welcomed me in with haste. I was instructed to duck-down in the doorway that lead back into the kitchen. SHe made sure I was safe and we prayed. The tornado ripped off the roof and was directly over me. I closed my eyes and hang onto these yellow railings next me me. I knew I was at peace. My friends in the pods had escaped, i knew it. I was never taken by the tornado, and perhaps it just loved me and wanted to claim me. I awoke from dream at noon. So the dream was my morning. I felt panicky for a brief second, I had more dreams before that in the night of falling of buildings twice, I usually wake up screamin from those ones though. but a tornado…that’s more cool that frightening,
After I made my way upstairs to read CCN online. I like to keep up. I also woke up with many text messages from my best friend asking for my help. She had visited a friend in Philadelphia and forgot some of her medication she needs and so she was sick and crying. Putting our usually petty dramatic fights to the side I hopped in my car and went because she called and because I’d like to think of myself as a gentleman. I felt indifferent, but I like taking drives and I got to listen to the new COCOROSIE record I had illegally downloaded. On the way I abruptly stopped my car behind another inactive vehicle almost causing an accident but than I saw two very nice and lost looking dogs walking by the side of the turnpike, they were on the road and someone had to stop s not to hit them. I felt awful and almost opened my door to bring them in but they looked very dirty and I had no room i my car because it’s already filled with so much shit. I carefully proceeded and thought about those poor dogs rest of the day and I hope they are safe and found shelter in the rain. I picked my kitten up in South Philly and we sat in silence for a while on the drive back before she started crying, this made me feel bad because I’m sensitive and sympathetic, even though sometimes it makes me feel good I can make people feel bad sometimes when I am feelin like being mean. Eventually we talked and after things got calm we stopped at a rest stop for some food. Betraying my vegetarianism for a slight, we split chicken strips, fries, mash potatoes and biscuits. This made me fee nice. It began to rain very hard and the drive gave me a headache. When I got kitten back to her house she asked me to come inside. I could not help but to be taken into the warmth and care of a woman for a short time, so naturally we made up over any stupid problems we had and drank tea… my legs really hurt and she gave my a perquisite before I left and now I feel great finally being home.
No one called me at work today because I do not believe in working, I am so glad obama is president because I’d be very comfortable living in s communist state, and hopefully America could achieve the communist ideal better where as it has been flawed in the past.
What defined my day is making up with my girlfriend, She is where I find my solace and it is nice to have a best friend who is a woman. She is really cool and I am going to bed now feelin good on percs and in hopes that I will have a nice relationship in the future when the kinks work out. The rest of my week might be stressful with schoolwork and all, but I feel relatively good about sleeping tonight.