cobwebs, dust, and a dream of a tall, willowy, british blonde

sorry for the cobwebs and dust. too much on my plate physically and mentally speaking. writing is an outlet but of late, aside from a lyric for my band the occasional request for a contribution I haven't written much. i just feel the need to write last night's dream before i forget it.

dreamt i lived in this apartment building. huge apartment building. i met this tall, willowy, british blonde woman, a meatier uma thurman, if you will. gorgeous and pretty much lost in the city. she seemed odd, but needed a place to crash. i offered mine.

we spoke of loss, loneliness, alienation, britain and music all night. we slept together. for a while we were happy. the next day, my family and friends came over and i introduced her. some people, which i haven't seen in years, were there as well. she was listening to local bands and whatnot. some of my friends were talking to her and listening music with her. the cojoba kids were back in pr and getting a show together. it was good to see taina and javier again. also the balún kids were around too. talking to her about music. philip padilla was there as well. i went outside to run some errands.

i dreamt i was driving again. first off, went with my brother with his old college. of course it wasn't actually his old college. it was near the real location, but it was another building altogether. we park and he told him to approach a car that had some of his friends who somehow were still studying there. they approached and started talking with my brother about old times. all the while they were bringing automatic assault rifles inside the car. i asked my brother what the fuck was going on. he told his friends off. off they went along with their weapons. i drove to supposedly an old workplace of mine with some cart and some goods to deliver. i told my brother to drive off. i would meet them back in my apartmant.

i went to the building's service entrance and there was a huge ramp leading several stories up. i went there and the entrance was blocked with debris and locked, no longer used. en employee went out another door for her smoking break. she recognized snd seemed surprised to see me. i asked her if she could let me in so i could deliver what i had in the cart. at first she seemed reluctant, but she let me in. i walked in trying not to be noticed, left the cart and the goods there. i think i stole something from that building. i don't know what. data? what? don't know.

i went back to the apartment and my family and friends were ready to go out. my willowy british friend was dressed and ready to go. i showered and got into a new set of clothes. when i was out and ready to go she told me she'd rather stay. wanted to skype someone and probably wanted to have sex afterwards. ok. good reason to stay at home. anyway, she skyped someone in my room and i changed into something comfortable. afterwards i heard her humming some popular song. a ballad maybe.

i was looking for her and i found her in her room. she has transformed in thie mechanical thing. a sort of cyborg. her face machine line. her arms are legs, still human. there was sawdust on her. i stood there wondering what the fuck was going on. suddenly and without warning, she jumped over me and i began transforming into some kind of machine as well. my features machine-like, my arms and legs still human. just like her. i started to realize what i have become.

and then i woke up. 'til next time.

movies and dreams about gf's potus and the self-playing cz-101

disclaimer: i do have a gf. i love her and my relationshihp with her is peachy, but what my subconscious plays when i'm asleep is a whole different ballgame.

anyhoo, watched "hacia la oscuridad" last night. really intense colombian flick about a kidnapping. brutal. also watched epitafios and capadocia and last night chapters were good and both full of lesbionic action. so i fell asleep afterwards rather quickly.

had two dreams last night.

on the first one, I was an aide/advisor to the president of the us. sadly the president wasn't obama. it looked like a cross between actors sam neill and bruce greenwood. then again, sam neill played the antichrist as president on the omen 3 but this dream had no satanic overtones. however, there were some light security incidents in a building we were visiting in washington and i was sent to investigate and coordinate with their security. on the way i ran into two people. one of them twice.

the one i ran into twice was an old acquaintance of mine who i haven't seen in years. he was on a wheelchair in my dream and i spoke with him awhile and asked him about his mother and how they were doing. in real life i have nothing to do with him and last i heard he's suffering from a disease which i will not mention because i wish to respect his privacy and his loved ones. i'm sorry that he got it, but he is a prick who treat his friends and loved ones badly. oh well. in my dream we spoke twice and whatnot, but i had to keep my investigation going.

the second person i ran was a beautiful african american lady. in my dream she was an ex girlfriend and she was walking around with her new boyfriend. we ran into each other, said hi and apparently we ended up in good terms. she introduced me to her new man and we all got along fine. apparently we broke up because of my work schedule, but it was all good. i did wanted her advice on the current situation so we agreed to meet up later to discuss this....

then cut up to the second dream.

i was in puerto rico in a car somewhere in PR#1 speeding down Cayey. i was a passanger in this car and driving it was this cute blonde yuppi-ish mexican girl. she was making jokes and making fun of everything while we were speeding down the highway. apparently she was my current gf. we were driving to my house and while we were driving i was wondering what the hell that girl saw in me and i asked her and proceeded to tell me.

meanwhile i was explaining to her that i somehow found out a model of my first ever keyboard a casio cz-101 and that somehow this little synth had a newfound capability somehow it could play whole songs by itself by pressing one key and we started singing to Depeche Mode's Enjoy The Silence but the keyboard played some weird but cool arrangement of it. we stopped at wallgreen's at 65th avenue late at night and in my dream there was a chinese restaurant right across. so i went there looking for the bathroom. and then i woke up.

and here we are. happy halloween!