Dream
Alston and I were going to rent jet skis. We started at a hospital, where many who we knew were. My dad had been there, and was smoking. Lots of people were smoking. I was smoking, at some point. It was a hospital, but also like a place of congregation.
Alston and I, but it seemed like Richard and I (both at some point), went some place, along a shore. There was a mountain, or mountains, white or gray in color in them, around this part. David rode in a helicopter. He set up the deal, to rent the skis, where we were going. I ended up paying for it all, at roughly 500 bucks. Just under. Two money orders of 241 dollars each. I had initially had this set up some way to where I would spend half or less on the skis, as they weren't that much, and then more on drugs, but then something changed. And my mom was on my tail, chasing me, wanting to see exactly what I was spending all my money on. And she almost made me wreck because of how much she was chasing me. Richard said something about how children can do that, like babies can do that, while you are driving... By demanding your attention, putting things in your face. As we arrived at the location, I finished telling him how I wanted him and his new wife to have children. Not like "I want you to make children", but that they would do well together, and basically that they have my blessing to bring more life into the world, not that they need my permission. But I told him, when they do, to have the child and the other parent in the back seat, so that they don't wreck.
We arrived at the location of the jet skis. It was a tiny pond, but it had flooded. The entire area was flooded. Trees poked up from water. And what I thought were leaves, soon I saw were very large, bloated millipedes, or mealworms. They had varying colors, resembling the color of leaves on the ground in the fall. They were thick. Under the water, and floating. So we decided that today wouldn't be a good day to ride jet skis, as we would end up with guts and dead stuff all over us, it might be likely. And the weather, it was dark and gloomy. And perhaps a little cold, or no, just not hot. The area we were in covered by a canopy of trees.
David had apparently already scoped it and decided not to go, himself, but sold us tickets to get out of something, perhaps.
And there at the location, Richard was Alston.
Back at the hospital, I decided to give Alston half of the money- my money, as he held onto it anyways, and I guess I saw that he was desperate enough to do that, perhaps, so I didn't want to fight him for it. But he also held onto my order. I knew I would get it back, but still wondered if I could trust this guy I grew up with.
People were still smoking. My father was. In a hospital.
I did some strange movements- like clockwork movements, though not anything you can think of, but you might, by me just saying that. It was sort of a dance. Random dance, but not. I ended up pointing to things. And once I my pointing went to a red book in a room that said Co-Christ. Co something Christ. Creative. Co Creative Christ. Creative Co-Christ.
Last I seem to remember, I'm in an elevator with my dad, and Alston perhaps, going down.
Alston and I were going to rent jet skis. We started at a hospital, where many who we knew were. My dad had been there, and was smoking. Lots of people were smoking. I was smoking, at some point. It was a hospital, but also like a place of congregation.
Alston and I, but it seemed like Richard and I (both at some point), went some place, along a shore. There was a mountain, or mountains, white or gray in color in them, around this part. David rode in a helicopter. He set up the deal, to rent the skis, where we were going. I ended up paying for it all, at roughly 500 bucks. Just under. Two money orders of 241 dollars each. I had initially had this set up some way to where I would spend half or less on the skis, as they weren't that much, and then more on drugs, but then something changed. And my mom was on my tail, chasing me, wanting to see exactly what I was spending all my money on. And she almost made me wreck because of how much she was chasing me. Richard said something about how children can do that, like babies can do that, while you are driving... By demanding your attention, putting things in your face. As we arrived at the location, I finished telling him how I wanted him and his new wife to have children. Not like "I want you to make children", but that they would do well together, and basically that they have my blessing to bring more life into the world, not that they need my permission. But I told him, when they do, to have the child and the other parent in the back seat, so that they don't wreck.
We arrived at the location of the jet skis. It was a tiny pond, but it had flooded. The entire area was flooded. Trees poked up from water. And what I thought were leaves, soon I saw were very large, bloated millipedes, or mealworms. They had varying colors, resembling the color of leaves on the ground in the fall. They were thick. Under the water, and floating. So we decided that today wouldn't be a good day to ride jet skis, as we would end up with guts and dead stuff all over us, it might be likely. And the weather, it was dark and gloomy. And perhaps a little cold, or no, just not hot. The area we were in covered by a canopy of trees.
David had apparently already scoped it and decided not to go, himself, but sold us tickets to get out of something, perhaps.
And there at the location, Richard was Alston.
Back at the hospital, I decided to give Alston half of the money- my money, as he held onto it anyways, and I guess I saw that he was desperate enough to do that, perhaps, so I didn't want to fight him for it. But he also held onto my order. I knew I would get it back, but still wondered if I could trust this guy I grew up with.
People were still smoking. My father was. In a hospital.
I did some strange movements- like clockwork movements, though not anything you can think of, but you might, by me just saying that. It was sort of a dance. Random dance, but not. I ended up pointing to things. And once I my pointing went to a red book in a room that said Co-Christ. Co something Christ. Creative. Co Creative Christ. Creative Co-Christ.
Last I seem to remember, I'm in an elevator with my dad, and Alston perhaps, going down.