Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Manfriend Pissing Me Off...in My Dreams Again

My dreams often take place in the Port Alberni house where I spent the most amount of my childhood.  I have no feelings of nostalgia in regards to that dive.  Mom did the best to dress it up and we did have fruit trees in the back but it also had things like ant infestations.  This is something the cheap ass Kraut Landlord  wouldn't take care of properly.  I loathe and despise ants.  Yeah, yeah they're fascinating blah blah blah.  They're not too fanfuckingtastic  when they invade every item of food ...chewing through cardboard..in your house hold.  One morning my mother went to pour me a bowl of cereal.  Instead of nutritious-no added sugar-no artificial flavour-no fun-grain product I was served up a bowl full of ants. HOLYFUCKINGBATSHITCRAZYHIGHPITCHEDSCREAMING!  

Did I mention I would find them in my bed? 




Where was I going with this?  Oh right,  I don't miss that house but it always seems to be a starting point in my stress dreams. 

So I was in my old bedroom which used to be an attic so if you were over 5'6 you would have to bend over to walk around the middle of my room.  The walls on either side were slanted so the peach walls seem to close you in.   I was sitting on the brown shag carpeting my mother put down to cover up the linoleum and was tidying up.  When I'm in these dreams it's like I'm really there.  I mean I swear I can smell the house and feel the temperature (Totally different climate there than here).  

Enter Manfriend.

He's younger, thinner but still wearing a hat so I don't know if he had thicker hair too.

He was being totally cocky and full of 'tude.

Manfriend asks me how I felt about smoking now.  I wasn't looking at him and trying to ignore him since I he was irritating me.  He repeats the question a couple times until I turn around and then ..He blows Smoke in ..my..face. 


And...I freak the fuck out.
 I was so damn upset that he was smoking again but the bigger point was that he was smoking in my room.  How DARE he!  Plus my mom is totally going to freak out..she will know there's smoking in the house.


Wait.....Whaaaa?


And I wake up. 


Told Manfriend he was an asshole in my dreams again.  Well as long as those dreams don't leak into reality, I'll have to deal with it.  Guess if those dreams leaked into reality I would more likely be institutionalized. 









5 comments:

  1. Dude, Andy is ALWAYS fucking up in my dreams. That's when I just wake up and punch him in the arm, then roll over and go back to sleep really quick. It makes me feel better, and it's always fun to do.

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