LURADIO

Just woke up, so my mind is kinda all over the place right now, but hopefully this crazy dream will kinda stay in there. there are mad issues im probably spilling, but ish was just way too weird not to post…

First off, I am outside on the sidewalk, in front of the house next door. I am packing things into a rolling cube/storage unit. I open the screen door of this house in order to close one side of the cube (which is open on either end). I realize that I shouldnt be opening this houses’ door. So I slam it and jump off of their deck back to the cube. I proceed to push the cube in front of my house and up to our little front porch.

One of my housemates then comes out and asks me if i wanna go next door. I say that i just opened their door and probably should apologize and agree to go. He takes me in and a woman and her very hot daughter is in there. She looks to be around my age. I recognize her from being on the street on occasion. I have not, however, seen her mom before. We chop it up for a few minutes, and my housemate introduces us. We talk about MIA for a bit. The woman is an elementary school teacher and likes to play the “One for the head”-skit for her 2nd grade students. I am very much confused. Her other daughter comes into the room and we are introduced. She too is very pretty. Older than her sister, but she is white (her sister is not). She asks her mom when they are having dinner. She is hungry and wants some meat. Her mother says she isnt hungry, but that the daughter may start cooking the prime rib. Daughter doesnt protest and skips out, yelling questions from the kitchen as she prepares the meal. My housemate is no longer there and Im just trying to get to know the daughter that is in the living room with us. Unfortunately, i realize that I had been wearing a hat all day and I am not wearing it now. My hair looks a mess and I start to feel self-conscious and decide to leave. I thank them for the conversation and head back home.

Things are a bit fuzzy here, but I get back into my house and i can smell cookies baking, and I can hear all kinds of swearing. I head into the living room and see two guys our age wearing karate gis. One is brandishing a led pipe, the other has a gun fastened by his belt. They are ordering us around, yelling all kinds of mean shit, telling us how screwed we are and that we should not have fucked with them. I am completely confused as I have never seen them before. The housemates look resigned: like they have been caught. I keep wondering why we just dont fight back. We outnumber them 5 to 2. The white one with the gun orders everyone but me upstairs and i stay downstairs with the pipe wielding asian.

When we are alone, I grab a 2×4 that is laying around and sneak up on asian dude. He turns around and grins, like “what the fuck you gonna do?” I ask him who he is and why they are doing this. Magically, there is a laptop sitting in the living room now, and he pulls up a website. It is a blog with really odd illustrations and animations. Mostly abstract shapes, but somehow I know that they represent homphobic and racist sentiments. He seems content to see me squirm at the page. He then informs me that one of my housemates is the artist. I demand to know who and if it is serious, because if it is, i might actually be on his side. I get pissed and lunge. I cant hit him. He laughs and heads upstairs, telling me to think about it all. So im there, freaking out, trying to figure out what to do. A few of the housemates run down the stairs looking concerned. They dont tell me at first, and then crack that the guys are planning on throwing my powerbook out the window and i start flipping out. I run upstairs ready to flex. They laugh at me and we start to fight. I am only armed with the 2×4, but the fight is good.

Suddenly we are in a chase in downtown san francisco, my brother in the passenger seat. This only lasts for a minute or so until we are back in my room.

This is when I realize it is a dream and semi-lucidity occurs. Asian dude has me in a chokehold and whitey talking all kinds of shit walking around. For some reason, I decide to grow wings to get him off of me. I then beat the shit outta them. I cant figure out what to do with their unconscious bodies and eye the gun. I figure I need to kill them so they dont come back. But i dont wanna use the gun. Instead, i just stomp on their chests and hope they are dead. I fold up their bodies and wrap them up in paper towels (?). I take one downstairs, put him in the fireplace and let him burn. I find housemates in kitchen and let em know what’s up, not initially that i am cremating someone. A girl runs into our bathroom and then she comes out and just is like “I had my period”. (again, ?)
Finally, they ask what is burning, and i tell them, and they all begin celebrating. After dude number 1 is done. We throw number 2 in and everyone starts drinking. I go to the kitchen and grab a sugar cookie that they were baking. They are shaped in letters and i eat the letter I. I am not sure why, but it has green translucent green sprinkles. I just recall that the oven light is on and wake up.

As I begin to forget things, it all seems a lot weirder…..yr boy is messed up!