heartbreak translates to dreamland too.

vivian:
lenny and i have broken up obviously and apparently it is now a fairly well-known fact that jeanette and lenny are trying to hook up with one another. disturbing, obviously. we’re at some house, though, and i’m trying to seduce lenny sexually. apparently this is also fairly well-known, and we’re in some room together, him on the bed, me walking around, and jeanette comes in and goes to use the bathroom in this room, and doesn’t say anything else, really, but is just trying to be unobvious in her obvious attempts to see what we were doing.

at some point i freak the fuck out about the idea that they’re trying to get together and like slap the shit out of lenny. lol. quite uncomfortable!!!

later on, we all go to some store. i don’t know what is going on there but i think i have my hands down lenny’s pantalones at some point. and then i have them down my pantalones but it feels like my hands are down his pantalones :0 (aka penis).

we go inside and there’s this busy busy store with lots of trinkets and jeanette has a big bag. she wants to steal this weird little collection of items that are displayed on one sheet of cardboard yet don’t really have anything to do with one another. she starts stuffing stuff in her bag and to my right, i see a camera, but i don’t mention it because i think that the rack right next to me will be blocking the camera.

i am looking at a rack full of little puff stickers thinking of what to get roxanne or someone. on that rack also, there are some rubber bands of the awesome kind that i used to get from taiwan that don’t stick to your hair when you pull them out. sherry and i are marveling over them and we each decide to buy a pack.

then later on we’re all gathered and sitting for some meeting or display put on by the store owners for us. halfway through the meeting, the demonstrator gets a phone call and she picks it up and then hangs up and walks over to jeanette’s bag and pulls out the stolen items. jeanette is obviously freaking out and i am slightly nervous because it turned out i had forgotten to pay for those rubber bands i wanted to buy!

evil evil bob schaeffer.

jeanette:
i had a dream that this guy (bob schaeffer *fake name*) hated me. he’s jordana’s bff from college who is now her roommate. and he dates (kind of?) stacy.

anyways. he hasn’t always been my favorite person. in fact, currently, he is still on my “eh” list – but i have grown to like him more and more in the past few months.

in the dream, he was the LEADER of a group of people who were my “friends” that hated me. like, HATED. it was such a horrible feeling. not that i particularly care if they love me. but i guess, just like in real life, i dont need to be LOVED by everyone but it really does feel awful to be hated. intensely, hated. part of the reason they hated me was because they had gotten to my planner, which doubles as a journal (not currently, but has in the past) and read about how i talked shit about them. etc. childish. regardless.

oh ya, and even tho it was so very fake (not a REALITY dream, where all the components are real) but like certain things that i thought (in my dream) really did happen. like when i found out josh HATED ME. i thought to myself, but at the beer pong tournament when he was BBQ’ing for everyone, i was being super nice and gave him more than one hug for making food for everyone. ahhaha. like that. dream, not real. but thought back to real things that DID happen. am i confusing anyone?

weird. and strange and horrible. i woke up thinking something i never thought would cross my mind especially not first thought when waking: “OMG DOES BOB SCHAEFFER HATE ME?”

sounds like some silly cheeseball teen movie. or tv show. or some silly teen’s real life reality.

it’s kinda fucked up.

abe:
i had to shoot one of my buddies because he went nuts and took hostages. it was real life friend who also became a cop, though it didn’t look like him. but in the dream i knew it was him. he took a bunch of kids hostage in a bus and threatened them with grenades. but kids were running off. i remember this one little girl was running off, but this fat kid was holding onto her yelling for her not to leave him. which is weird, because not too long ago i went on a call of a robbery of a little asian kid being jumped and during his getting beaten up, he was yelling and reaching out for one of his friends who was standing there — a girl.

so anyway, i run up and i’m trying to pull the girl away. then my friend runs up to that end of the bus, and he has the grenade in his hand. he pulls the pin. so i drew my off-duty gun and shot him three times in the head/face area. then i drug him out of the bus with the grenade still in his hand, and i run as far away as possible. but then somehow, he wasn’t dead. he tried to grab at my gun so i shot him three more times and kicked him off me. the grenade never went off.

then the 2nd part was how he got to that point. it was like a flashback. i guess he was having a lot of professional trouble in his department and was getting into it with his superiors a lot. so for whatever reason, they hold a public hearing in san jose, in a big arena type place.. where he was grilled by some council. and he couldn’t really provide answers and seemed really dejected. so the crowd is in the background, yelling for his resignation, and the council voted to do so. and i saw his mom running wildly in shock. he was just hanging his head the whole time, and his attorney runs over and holds up a sign saying, “you guys just let him down,” or somethign to that effect.

inspiration: stressful situation at work. let’s just say, i came the closest i’ve ever been to shooting someone.