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Dreamer, nothing but a Dreamer
OK, so I got home from school today after work and I just crashed for about six hours. This is how I work I like do not get any sleep then one day I just crash. It’s not the most healthy system, but to each his/her own. So anyway, I had this dream while sleeping today. I am pretty sure my brain was just kind of screwing with me because there is not way in hell this had any secret hidden underlying message. I should have written this right after I got up like I was telling myself, but instead I just went back to sleep. Anyway back to the dream. I was at a funeral for someone I swear I knew, but maybe met just once. It was an older gentleman. So, I have this friend named Chris Abina. He was in it, but not normal Chris. This Chris had a long ponytail that was blonde and pink. Also, he would go to everyone he met for the first time and kiss them on the cheek. Not a normal peck, but multiple kisses. I was with my aunt and we were looking at the body and he did not look like the normal dead body, if there is such a thing as a normal dead body.As my aunt and I turns around to walk away from the casket I glance back at the body and I he winks at me. I’m like woah hold the phone, dead bodies are not supposed to wink. I shrug it off and continue on. Chris Abina goes up to pay his respects to this man and he starts kissing the body on the cheek profusely. It was a moment where everyone in the room was staring and mortified, but no one was bold enough to actually tell him to stop. So he continues to kiss this body on the cheek and then this man wakes up and kisses him on the mouth, not like a passionate kiss like a I gotcha kind of kiss. He wakes up and gets out of the casket. The fuck? I turn to my aunt who seems not that surprised and she informs me that he has done this many times before. I keep thinking does anyone not check this man before planning a funeral or buying an expensive casket. Anyway thats when my dad woke me up to ask about golf clubs. Which really is ok because I really did not like where the rest of that dream was going. That’s pretty much all that I wanted to type today. Also, go buy the new Flaming Lips album At War with the Mystics. It’s ultra good. *thumbs up*
Today I had the “pleasure” of going to the dentist to have some cavities filled. Quite a few cavities in fact. I used to have questionable oral hygiene ( I have been meaning to have the cavities filled for years). So I get into the dentist’s office and I have no wait and go straight into “the chair.” The doctor wastes no time and sits down next to me and asks if I want the cavities done in multiple visits. I inquire if I can have the all done in one visit so I don’t have to come back. He tried to convince me otherwise but I say that I want them all done now. He then whips out the needle filled with Novocaine. Now, I don’t mind shots, but if I had to choose one shot that I hate the most it would have to be shots in the mouth. Now the shot begins to penetrate my lower left part of my mouth, fine fine, deeper, ok, deeper, a little discomfort, deeper, umm ouch, deeper, ouch how long is this goddamn thing, deeper, get the fucking thing out of my mouth you prick. Now, I had to be stuck with this needle 6 times! After these painful shots were done the doctor leaves the room while my mouth numbs up. I happen to have a small allergic reaction to Novocaine so my tongue and mouth swell a little, awesome right? The doctor comes back and begins to drill. Now I knew I had quite a few cavities, but I could not pinpoint where all of them were. Turns out I had one in my top left side. Guess what didn’t get numbed up. You guessed right. He starts drilling into my non-drugged up tooth. The pain was similar to racking my balls on a bike chain. So he continues to drill through my entire left side, no problems, I don’t feel anything. Then comes the right side, and boy did it come. He starts to drill there, no way buddy! The Novocaine wasn’t strong enough, so they had to pump more into me. 2 more shots, for a grand total of *drum roll* 8 shots in the mouth! While they wait for the Novocaine to set in on the right side the dental hygienist begins to fill in the caved on my left side. She brings out a drill, the first thing to pop into my head is “what is a dental hygienist doing with a drill?” Well she starts grinding away at some teeth, then she had a problem with my gum I guess and starts drilling that. Now I hate to bring school into this but lets brainstorm with some math hear real quick. Gum + Powertool = One Unhappy Camper. The rest is pretty standard I didn’t feel much after that, but there was one point when I had 4 instruments and 2 sets of hands in my mouth at one time. I think they were just playing games at that point to see how much stuff they could cram into my mouth. Moral of this story is, cavities are a bad idea.
I have a little bone to pick with America. Today as most of you know is “Fat Tuesday.” Now on this “holiday” we are told to gorge until we throw up, basically. I kind of want to know why this day is still in existence. Back in times of Jesus, the tradition of Fat Tuesday would serve a purpose, you stuff yourself to the brim because for the next 40 days you are not getting shit. Now it’s like why are you doing this? There is no special occasion except you just want to be a lardass. This is a prime example of why America is so huge. Also, this serves as an example of how organized religion’s dogma is total garbage. If “god” is the only one who can change laws, how can we go from fasting for 40 days to no meat on Friday…if you remember. So, congratulations America! You are still tops in my heart, and on the scales.
When I went to Japan this past summer I kept a small journal to record me reactions and feelings. I am in the process of digitizing these accounts for all of you to enjoy. They should be up pretty soon so look for them.
That’s all for now. Check back soon.