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Crazy dream
And I do mean crazy.
So me, my mom, and her fiancee planned a vacation to the Virginia coast and we took Liz along. It was a very cloudy day. For some reason, Liz lived near the coast and we;d be picking her up along the way. I remember lying to her about when we'd be there to make sure we wouldn't be kept waiting by her.
I don't remember the drive, but when we got there, I remember having breakfast with Sandy and then asking her a question about Alpha Gamma Delta conventions. She seemed very knowledgable. Somehow, the little restaurant turned into this third world, Asian town square type thing, and Sandy and I were sitting in a gazebo wathing the street urchins pick-pocket people.
Suddenly, all these people start RUNNING. Like dozens of Asian folks are running through this town square like death itself is following them. So me and Sandy are like oh no....please don't let it be.....we stood up, and of course right there on the horizon we saw this HUGE wave. A tsunami was heading right for us.
So we were like shit, where do we go? What can we hold on to? I don't remember where Sandy went, but I found this two-story hotel with a balcony that had an iron gate. I latched onto the bars and watched the wave roll in. We all got drenched, but we were safe. After the first wave, I noticed that James Earl Jones was there, as was his father, who was on the first floor. We thought we were safe after the first wave, but when we turned around, we saw that behind us was a second, third, and fourth wave, back to back to back, much larger than the others. (We were on an island, so we were surrounded on all sides by waves.) I braced myself as the waters slammed into me.
James Earl Jones remained safe, but his father was washed away. Now somehow the hotel turned into a stationary submarine, James Earl Jones disappeared after mourning his father, and I was joined by Bernadette Stanis (Thelma from Good Times). When the water receded, she and I were being harrassed by this older white guy, so we hijacked the sumarine, which was no more than four feet tall, held two, and was on wheels. We rolled that sucker all around town in the middle of the night. Instead of coastal Virginia or a small Asian nation, it semed like we were in some black ghetto now. Could have been Harlem or could have been Gary, IN, for all I knew. All I remember is the more we rolled that submarine, the smaller it got until it turned into this red scooter toy. We were running for our lives away from this man, who ended up turning into a wolf -- possibly a feral cat. We finally stopped running and cornered the wolf/cat in an old warehouse. I jumped up on these huge tupperware containers and the wolf/cat chased me. Finally, it tried to attack me, but I ended up grabbing it with both my hands and choking it to death.
Me and Bernadette Stanis were safe, even if we were still mourning the lives lost in the Tsunami, including James Earl Jones' father.
Posted by Rashid on April 6, 2005 4:46 AM
Comments
Ok, Rashid u mustve been smoking some serious shit...Even I dont have wild dreams like that...LOL
Commented by Nic on April 6, 2005 9:19 AM
WOW...I mean...WOW, really! Just when I thought I'd reached the craziest part, there'd be more. I hope your novel is THIS entertaining.
Commented by Diddy on April 6, 2005 10:51 AM
That's a crazy dream bro.. Cool post.
Commented by HumanityCritic on April 6, 2005 12:31 PM
umm what were you smoking? yea that was crazy
Commented by kristal on April 6, 2005 3:55 PM
Hey Rashid, I know this is an old post but I was doing an AGD-related search and found this.
Were you dreaming about ME? Bwahahahahaha I do, after all...know everything there is to know about AGD Conventions (because I've been to a whopping 3 of 'em since joining)
Commented by Sandy on November 17, 2006 2:09 AM