Black Hearts & White Balls

I haven’t written about my dreams in a while so here ya go:

Well, no.  First of all let me say that my dreams are so boring.  My dreams are so realistic that when anything abnormal happens (which is rare), I actually say to myself in the dream, “Wait a minute!  This shouldn’t be happening.  This stuff doesn’t exist.”  It sucks because it’s like I can’t just go with the flow in my dreams and just let them happen.  I have to question them and that’s pretty frustrating.  Although nothing incredibly out of the ordinary happened in this dream, it was still sort of odd.

Now, here ya go:

I was sitting on the couch in the living room of the dorm and suddenly Keith showed up.  I can’t remember if he was nice to me or not but I do remember we didn’t speak very much.  His friend George was there though.  I gave George a hug because I hadn’t seen him in a long time and then he sat on the couch next to me.  We caught up a little bit while Keith and his friends sat on the couch across from me.

Suddenly, it was like a party.  Lots of SCAD kids came through the dorm door and starting hanging around.  If I remember correctly, there was some strobe lighting going on.

George eventually got up so I just sat there by myself when someone got my attention from behind.  I turned around and a girl said to me, “My friend just blew snot on you so we are gonna wipe it up.”

“Whaaa?”

The girl’s friend reached over to the kitchen counter, grabbed a tissue, and then proceeded to wipe the back of my shirt.  When she was done, I grabbed the back of my shirt and tried to see the snot stain but all I saw was where she had rubbed the tissue and it left a few pieces behind.

“Are you cool?” the girl asked.

“Well, I don’t see any snot so I guess that I am.  Thanks for letting me know!”

Later on, someone else threw up on me a little bit and I know they did even though I don’t remember it.  I just remember later saying so someone, “Well, I’ve been snotted on and then threw up on so you know what’s going to be next!”  I was trying to be funny, saying that I’ve had other bodily fluids flung on me so the only thing left is to get jizzed on before the night is over.  Kind of gross but even in my dreams I’m pretty disgusting.  I love it.

The last thing I remember was a beautiful black girl sitting on the couch next to me with a big bowl of candy.  In it were several different shapes and sizes of sweets.  She moved the bowl to me and said, “Pick some.”

Well, I’m always up for candy, even when unconscious, so I began picking through the selection.  I pulled out a small black heart shellacked in a shiny candy coating and said, “Well, this is appropriate for me!”  Even in my dreams I’m emo.

Then she said, “No, I wanted you to pick out the balls.”

I shrugged, put the heart back and then plucked out a large white candy ball, kind of like one of those giant gumballs you find in those quarter machines.

Then, for some reason I said, “Well, my balls are pretty white!”  Even in my dreams I make inappropriate jokes.  And still disgusting.  How embarrassing.

Then it was over.