•Thursday•
This one started in a park. One I've never been to. One I've never seen. It was big and they seemed to be having some sort of fair. Kat was with me. Guys stayed aways from me. They would look at me and then avert their eyes. I think they were scared of Kat. Then Kat was playing baseball and I told her I had to go move the car. I don't think I've ever had a dream where I was driving. I went to move the care and there was someone with me. Some little girl. I don't know her. I looked at her and told her we better tell Kat where the car is. We did. This cute baseball player turned around while I was talking to Kat and smiled at me. I returned his smile.
Change.
I was on a sidewalk now. Walking with my mom and Kat. We were going to a dinner or something. I was grumbling the whole way. There were people kissing hellos out a large house.
"If Julie from 'Real World - New Orleans' is there. I'm not going," I said.
And sure enough ... when I said that ... I saw Julie. Julie and her parents. But they weren't her parents (saw them on the show). They were different people. Park Avenue people. Totally snotty. I turned around and started to run away. I was running really fast. My mom was upset and sent someone ... something to chase after me. Some little rabid kid. She stopped me and started showing me some video on a large billboard ... of girls. I slipped away while she was babbling on and on about how pretty they were. I walked down some steps into this courtyard.
Very pretty. There were glass doors and when I pushed them open ... there were two guys were lying in shallow water. A latin guy and a white guy. For some strange reason .... I knew they were making out before. I stepped over the latin guy. He was probably in his mid 30's. The other guy was in his mid 20's. The water disappeared. The latin guy said I was cute and stood in front of me. The other guy got up walked over to us and smirked. Then we got into this three-way kiss. Then the touching got heavy and I stopped. I watched them and then looked around to admire the building. We were in a building that sorta looked like Grand Central. There was a restaurant with glass doors. I told the guys that I had to go. The latin guy was now being strapped to the restaurant door with duct tape or something. His pants were around his ankles. Shirt still on. The other guy had his pants hanging off his ass, pulling a condom over his hard cock. He looked at me and smiled. I returned the smile and left. People were starting to filter in but no one seemed to notice the guys fucking right there against the glass doors of the restaurant.
I pushed through doors again and ended up outside on the sidewalk again. I saw some people, this woman and her kids. I couldn't believe they were in New York. One of the kids looked at me and said "Angel Boi?" I nodded and said, "Yes" then walked away. I totally snobbed them. I started walking then sat on this thing that sorta railed the sidewalk. Some sort of conveyor. I started moving. Then it got faster. Really really fast. There were two women in front of me and they were laughing and screaming the whole time. Then it slowed down and then suddenly went even faster. Everything became white .... and I woke up.
So ... I can't get online. I have no idea what's wrong. I got on for like 5 seconds earlier. Now it's just not working. Not only that but ... I thought my USB port was the only thing that got messed up when I dropped my laptop. Well ... boy was I wrong. My power port's messed up too. It's all shaky. So ... if I move my laptop a certain way .... it blanks out. And ... it blanks out because my battery's like ... dead. Don't ask me how that happened ... but it has. I haven't even had my laptop a year yet and I've managed to get it in this state already. I feel shitty about it. I really do. I always try to take good care of everything I have. I mean ... if my laptop's not working properly ... I'm totally screwed! Totally and royally! It's not like I can just hop on my desktop. I don't have a desktop. I just don't know what to do.
Great ... now my programs wont open. I have to finish working on a brochure so I can email it to Richie and Adobe PageMaker wont open. I probably shouldn't even bother getting out of bed. Just roll over and go back to sleep. I don't need this right now. I really don't. Optimism could never work for me.