Sketchism

I’ve had some really bizarre dreams lately. Unfortunately I can’t remember them too well but here’s what I do remember in a non-chronological list:

Dream #1: I’m walking around in my underwear on a bus and a school hallway. People are complaining that it’s cold and I tell them “No, it’s not. Look at me, I’m in my underwear and I’m not cold.” And then I realize that I’m in my underwear and the rest of the dream is a blur.

Dream #2: My mother, my cousin Enrique and I are all in a hotel in the middle of the night. We turn off the lights because we suspect there’s a mobster looking for us. Enrique hides in the bathroom, Mom hides behind the door, I hide in the closet under some bedsheets. The mobster breaks in the door and I can hear that he found my mom and then my cousin. He asks them where I am as he stands over me and before he can look down I throw an uppercut right into his… gonads. He is in pain and we all tackle him onto the bed. Enrique holds him down while I continue to punch him in the face with the sole intent of knocking every teeth out of his mouth. It’s a bloody mess and I continue to attack him until the dream becomes a blur.

Dream #3: I am hanging around a bunch of friends that only exist in my dream. One of my friends happens to be my girlfriend, whose face I can’t remember. I confess to her that I don’t remember how we met prior to this evening, but I’m glad that we’re together. The dream goes on and I eventually wake up. In the process of waking up I get a phone call. I pick up the phone and realize it’s my girlfriend. I try to explain to her that it was a weird dream but I can’t hear her. The music in my stereo is blaring the loudest music. I attempt to turn down the radio but it continues to blast in my ear. I figure it must be my computer speakers so I turn those down. Unsuccesful. I run to my parents room and turn of their speakers, but I still can’t hear. I’m forced to yell and try to explain some more but she can’t hear me. We hang up and I wake up again. I am laying next to my radio and I finally turn down the volume. I’m finally awake. And single again.

That’s some trippy stuff, man. I’ll keep you posted on some other dreams. I have a feeling they’re going to keep on coming.