So good was my sleep that I overslept and was 20 minutes late for work. Went to bed around midnight. Haven't slept that eary since returning from Taiwan, and that was due to jetlag. But that's not interesting at all.  What's interesting were the two dreams I had.

The first dream was strange. I was on a date with one of my friend's ex's, Larissa. At the same time, I also dreamt I was at a bar with my brother, Nelson. It kept jumping back in forth between these two scenes. Not much was happening on the date with Larissa and I, we were waiting for our food and talking about stuff. I forget what we talked about. Suddenly, I'm with my brother at this bar. The Indian owner starts talking to me about business, and how bad it is. He just kept talking. He was making some sense about what he was saying, and what strategies he's been utilizing to stay afloat in this period of economic woe. I've heard enough during my waking life, I really didn't want to hear it in my dreams to, but...

Nelson walks outside to do something, and he sees a small sign posted on the window of this bar. He comes back to tell me that this owner is charging 10,000% tip if people who pay by credit card do not write down a tip amount for their server. So the people who do not tip, like those drunks who sign off on their 8th shot of vodka, are screwed. A 4 dollar shot of vodka, means a $400 tip. I thought, dang, this guy's a crook. Gotta read the fine print.

INT. Restaurant, Larissa and I are eating dinner.

Suddenly she has to leave and go get a cake?! One second she's sitting in front of me, the next second, POOF! she's gone. Then I go to a dry cleaner

The Second dream. I was in Taiwan, mingling with my Taiwanese co-workers at some dinner party. We were exchanging gifts. I kept getting this one guy's name wrong. It was written down on a piece of paper, but I couldn't read one Chinese character. But eventually I got it, so it was no big deal. Afterwards, we all went to play basketball. For some reason, it was decided we would shoot for teams to play 2 on 2, even though there were 6 people who wanted to play. We could've just played 3 on 3. We're about to shoot for teams, and they're handing out these huge Nacho chips. They were the size of my head, except in the shape of Doritos. I knew they were regular nachos because there were no seasoning on them. So people got to the free throw line to shoot their Nachos. Two guys made their Nachos and the first team was formed. The guy before me shot and made his Nacho. I remember thinking, "I've got to get this guy on my team!!" I was handed a Nacho, except mine was broken. Instead of a regular triangular shaped Nacho, mine had major broken edges! I was upset, but I shot the Nacho anyway. I missed it. Boy was I pissed. I started walking away from the free throw line, but then I stopped. I said, "Give me another fucking chip damn it. All Y'all got good chips. My shit was broken." Yes, I used the word "All Y'all", it's because I'm a southerner. Some people snickered, but I didn't care. I wanted another Nacho shot. I remember thinking this second time around, "I better not miss this shot, all these bastards are watching." I shot my Nacho, but I shot it too far to the right. Oh no! I thought. But I shot it high, and it due to the shape of the Nacho, and some kind of physics mambo jumbo, it curved back to the left!! I made my shot. I was so happy.

listening to Daughters- John Mayer
reading Choke

Posted by yuhoo7 at 09:26 AM. Filed under Creative Writing, Dreams.

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