Dreams are fucking weird.

So, last night I had this really weird dream…and I can’t get it out of my head, and it was extremely long and confusing. So I guess I will write about it, because if I can’t get it out of my head then it must mean SOMETHING right?

So it basically started off with the band; Murder by Death. They were playing some show, and for some reason I was playing guitar and singing, but the real singer and guitar player was there…he just didn’t want to play. So the beginning of the dream started off with me on stage, too drunk to figure out how to get the mic stand to work. As I am trying to figure it out, there are only a few kids in the audience just kind of staring at me talking shit.

The next thing I know, the show gets cancelled because not enough people were there. Right when we get the news, the real lead singer gets pissed off, and then suddenly tons of kids start to flood into the venue, but it’s too late the show has already been cancelled.

Well, Alec shows up and starts telling me that everyone is going to hang out and party anyway, and that I should come back to his place afterwards, while I am talking to him I look over and there is this gangster dude in a wife beater getting head from this horribly ugly chick. For whatever reason, I decide that it would be a good idea to get head from her too…right in the middle of hundreds of people. So I whip my cock out, and she goes to give me head when suddenly the gangster dude gets all pissed (Big surprise right?). Then Alec tells me that I shouldn’t have pissed that dude off, he is dangerous and blah blah blah, and we should leave now.

So we end up going to Alec’s place…which is really just this kind of cabin thing with a mattress in the middle and a desk with a tv. We sit down and Alec has two bags of pot with him, one that is really good chronic and another one that is shwag. I discover at this point I have a bag of chronic as well, but he insists we only smoke his stuff…which ends up turning out to be impossible, because he asked me to load the chillum, and every time I do I end up dropping it to the point where there is just pot all over the ground.

Then his mom walks in with two friends, and they start climbing the rafters of this cabin, they tell us that we should follow them, Alec goes somewhere, and I start climbing the rafters with them. And I don’t know how it got to this point, but suddenly we are up on this platform watching the entire place fill up with water as this tiger is swimming around. So at this point, I am totally freaking out because the water is getting higher and higher, and suddenly I am alone, just the water and the tiger swimming around.

Right before it gets to me the water starts to flood out, and I see the tiger run out the door, so I jump down and run outside and Alec is there again, and we go running around to the back of the cabin where all of these people are hanging out, including Amanda. We are just kind of hanging out, and I look around and there are hundreds upon hundreds of people all dressed up in church clothes. Suddenly this group of bicyclists ride by and almost hit me, so I start talking shit to them and one of the guys stops and tells me that my breath smells like Rum. I tell him that it’s none of his business, but he assures me that it is, and proceeds to tell me he is going to give me some tests to ditermin if I am drunk or not.

Well…it turns out everyone I was hanging out with now has to take these tests, and instead of field sobriety tests, they are more along the lines of Medievel feats of strength and dexteriety and all of that weird shit. The only one I really remember, was this large piece of wood and on one side there were all of these spikes and spear heads and stuff, and we had to try to stop it with some big metal…pipe/sword…weird thing. I dunno.

So in the middle of this, we are stopped and people just start to charge down this hill, almost an amptheatre sort of thing…and at the bottom of it, there are another couple hundred people, waiting for all the people to come at them. I realize this is an old school battle, but I don’t have a weapon. I try to run back, but there are too many people coming down the hill, so I just decide to go for it…I run down the hill and make this gravity defying dream jump over the front lines and onto the stage of the amptheatre, where there is this huge guy with a bloody face, and he starts pulling his teeth out and looking at me like we have some sort of grudge match to take care of.

At this point a few other guys came over to kick my ass, well…probably kill me, but I just remember being pretty scared. Not much else, until the next thing I know I am in this room with Amanda and she is upset that I missed "the most important event in her life" which it turns out, she basically killed a bunch of mother fuckers during this whole battle thing, and she got some award, and tons of cash for it…apparently she had a video of it all, and we started to watch it, and she showed me all of her cash.

That’s all I remember.

Seriously…I don’t ever think I have had a dream that long, or eventful…I have a lot of really weird dreams where I can remember a lot about them the next day, but it’s all too confusing to really be put down into words. But I mean…I have been awake for a little over two hours now, and I still can’t get the details of this dream out of my head, and I can’t shake the feeling that of all the weird random dreams I have ever had…this one means something important.

I mean, it basically focused around the two most important people to me in Utah…I dunno.

I don’t think all dreams mean something.

I am just not so sure about this one though…I’m not saying like, it’s predecting the future or anything, I’m just saying, maybe if I could figure this dream out I could figure out the way I really feel about a lot of things in my life right now without the clouded judgement of drugs and alcohol.

…I dunno, I debated even writing about it here because it sounds a little too fantastic you know? But finally, I felt like I kind of had to.

So yeah…that is my dream.

weird.