Today I sent a message to a girl, on OkCupid, who has been in my favorites for some time. Red head. I asked her how much she charges for massages. I was sort of playing. She said she gives good massages in her profile. Then, accepting that she may not message me back and that I wasn't really invested anyways, I told her, that regardless if she messages me back or not, that she is beautiful, and she can take that. Like if she takes anything away from me, to take that. She did get back with me, many minutes later. Her name is Mary, and we may meet up when she gets back into town, from visiting her mother, who just had surgery. She said she had court, and some appointments, and I asked her if she was "bad", playfully, and she said that according to "society" she is crazy bad, and that this court was for that. She said she had an experience, that she said was quite spiritual. But somehow she got caught. She read my profile, and resonated with my "crazy", and told me she liked how my mind worked. I asked her if she wanted to get crazy together... To give each other massages... playfully- I asked. And she was interested, and gave me her phone number.
She said her craziness began in February, or something happened in February. I have noticed that this is a time, or was a time in my past when my "crazy" (it's not, like a big bang isn't crazy), was very high. So this interested me. I'd like to at least sit down and get to know her a little. Not that I think I'm getting married, or having a relationship. But I'm curious.
Last night I dreamed I was with Lady Gaga, and many people seemed to not like her, and she threw up on something, and some of it got on me, and I almost threw up. We were kind of together, and I was accepting of her. I think she's cute, and I like to look at her- I find her interesting. It was prior to a concert. She got naked at some point, and was much bigger than she seemed. Wider. She was also shaved, I noticed. I prefer hair.
Then I was in a place where it seemed people- friends from my hometown that didn't seem like friends to me anymore, were running some kind of warehouse, or operation of sorts- not just warehouse, and they began to play instruments, and sing, and Kyle, a twin of a guy who died about four years ago, Matt, came up to me and was asking me to sing. Herdrichs were there, and Burgy, and Alston, and many others. But they wanted me to sing. I wasn't doing anything. I was just watching. It was like they began to get mad at me for this- for not participating. Like my instrument was my voice and I wasn't using it. Then I was in what seemed to be a band outfit, on some floor of the same building that we were in, waking up from a sleep. They were setting up a banquet of sorts, earlier. But I was a couple of floors up. New stuff. Not completely ready. But the floors were nearly the same. I had changed my shirt because it was puked on, earlier. Red was their color now- The band outfit. Golden tassels. Like marching band, perhaps. But I felt like it was military. My brother found me.
I had a dream yesterday, where I killed Mr. Widmore from Lost's- this person's (his face/association) new wife, before he got to meet her. The dream took on elements of the game, Dark Souls 2. I summoned someone to my world, or something, by touching a summon sign, and basically intercepted her before she went to him, and PVPed her. He was mad at me, but he knew it was a game.
The night before, I had a dream my friend Mike who looked more like Charles killed another friend, who may have looked like J.R. It was accidental, and we were both on trial. We were friends, and on a team. I didn't turn him in, but feared he would say I did it. It was sad that the other friend died, but it wasn't anything that could be helped, so I didn't want the law involved. Jeff Cooley- an old soccer coach from high school, seemed to be the judge, or who was in front. I remember boarding up certain walls, with Charles, who was Michael. Some kind of competition. Like paintball, but I don't remember paintballs. The one who died had a sister. I don't remember much. But the one who died came back. He came back, and he was like a dwarf. And he attacked someone I think. He attacked, and fell onto the ground, hitting his head. There was immediate swelling, in the center of his forehead. It seemed very dire. Mike (Charles) tried to help him, recognizing how serious it was, but this guy was soon dead, again, and it was sad, again, but at the same time, he had acted rabidly, so I was relieved he was gone.
The night before, I had a dream that had a cat in it, and lots of people around- like a party, and worrying that I had lost my license. And my dad was there, but was a completely different person. Much younger. And buzzed/shaved head, and wearing a shirt with cannabis leaves all over it. This dream also seemed to incorporate environments from Dark Souls, as I had started playing.
She said her craziness began in February, or something happened in February. I have noticed that this is a time, or was a time in my past when my "crazy" (it's not, like a big bang isn't crazy), was very high. So this interested me. I'd like to at least sit down and get to know her a little. Not that I think I'm getting married, or having a relationship. But I'm curious.
Last night I dreamed I was with Lady Gaga, and many people seemed to not like her, and she threw up on something, and some of it got on me, and I almost threw up. We were kind of together, and I was accepting of her. I think she's cute, and I like to look at her- I find her interesting. It was prior to a concert. She got naked at some point, and was much bigger than she seemed. Wider. She was also shaved, I noticed. I prefer hair.
Then I was in a place where it seemed people- friends from my hometown that didn't seem like friends to me anymore, were running some kind of warehouse, or operation of sorts- not just warehouse, and they began to play instruments, and sing, and Kyle, a twin of a guy who died about four years ago, Matt, came up to me and was asking me to sing. Herdrichs were there, and Burgy, and Alston, and many others. But they wanted me to sing. I wasn't doing anything. I was just watching. It was like they began to get mad at me for this- for not participating. Like my instrument was my voice and I wasn't using it. Then I was in what seemed to be a band outfit, on some floor of the same building that we were in, waking up from a sleep. They were setting up a banquet of sorts, earlier. But I was a couple of floors up. New stuff. Not completely ready. But the floors were nearly the same. I had changed my shirt because it was puked on, earlier. Red was their color now- The band outfit. Golden tassels. Like marching band, perhaps. But I felt like it was military. My brother found me.
I had a dream yesterday, where I killed Mr. Widmore from Lost's- this person's (his face/association) new wife, before he got to meet her. The dream took on elements of the game, Dark Souls 2. I summoned someone to my world, or something, by touching a summon sign, and basically intercepted her before she went to him, and PVPed her. He was mad at me, but he knew it was a game.
The night before, I had a dream my friend Mike who looked more like Charles killed another friend, who may have looked like J.R. It was accidental, and we were both on trial. We were friends, and on a team. I didn't turn him in, but feared he would say I did it. It was sad that the other friend died, but it wasn't anything that could be helped, so I didn't want the law involved. Jeff Cooley- an old soccer coach from high school, seemed to be the judge, or who was in front. I remember boarding up certain walls, with Charles, who was Michael. Some kind of competition. Like paintball, but I don't remember paintballs. The one who died had a sister. I don't remember much. But the one who died came back. He came back, and he was like a dwarf. And he attacked someone I think. He attacked, and fell onto the ground, hitting his head. There was immediate swelling, in the center of his forehead. It seemed very dire. Mike (Charles) tried to help him, recognizing how serious it was, but this guy was soon dead, again, and it was sad, again, but at the same time, he had acted rabidly, so I was relieved he was gone.
The night before, I had a dream that had a cat in it, and lots of people around- like a party, and worrying that I had lost my license. And my dad was there, but was a completely different person. Much younger. And buzzed/shaved head, and wearing a shirt with cannabis leaves all over it. This dream also seemed to incorporate environments from Dark Souls, as I had started playing.