I fell asleep after playing Street Fighter Alpha 3 on Thursday.
And then I had the weirdest compilation of dream sequences I ever remembered. I'll type this really fast before I forget.
The first one, was that I was a CNA. I was giving this huge fat lady a bed bath. I was trying to clean her, and she kept screaming like she was hurt, and telling me not to clean her... until I cleaned her arms then she started talking as if she had an orgasm, and she started smiling and stuff and I was strangely turned on WTF.
Then I was driving up the hill, that looks like Arlington street where my grandpa lived. There was a stoplight, and the light turned green but the car in front of me stopped. And for some reason they got out of the car and they were wearing those head coverings... I don't know what you call them (the ones that middle easterners wear) it was a woman and a little boy, and then I heard some announcement which sounded like a middle eastern Hitler, which continued as I went up the hill, and there was a long line of enslaved people wearing blue turbans and white cloaks walking up the hill. They looked beat up. And there were the red turban people, walking with them as if they were the enemy who caught the blue turban people. And the higher I went up the hill, I saw normal people who looked like people I go to school with, and it was like a McDonald's PlayPlace where people were lined up to slide or whatever, but actually at the top should be the leader of the red turban people.
When I reached the top of the hill, there was some kind of Filipino fountain, and my brother told me to park, and he left. I kept looking for a parking space but couldn't find one, so I went underground somehow and kept going up until I saw that Filipino water fountain. I don't remember parking though.
And then somehow I landed outside library, and I was with high school friends and we were thinking of some kind of plan to defeat the red turban people and bring peace to the world. Then I went in the library alone because they asked me to find an empty table and I saw Frieza and his dad Cooler and I was like "I remember this, Trunks is going to come in and cut him up." And then I went out the library, came back in, and whatever and I woke up.
Anyways I have a lot to do on Monday.
Reading Partners, Homework, Kaiser, Counselors Appointment.
I can't believe she is only 17:
I feel that I'm in denial that I'm not old.
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