My Crazy Ass Dream

I had a crazy ass dream early today. I have attributed many vivid dreams to eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch too close to bedtime but this time it was Cap'n Crunch. I took a rare nap and woke up and typed out the parts of the dream that I can remember. I'm gonna try and explain this strange ass dream as well as I can. Warning: this makes close to no sense at all so don't try and interpret it or psychoanalyze my thoughts. I mean, you can try, but I'll just point at laugh at you.

I am at a spot near the water that looks like the Long Beach area where I watched fireworks years ago. I see this chick named Stacy that I went to Mid-City with when I was a kid. I have not seen Stacy in over 20 years and even when I went to school with her I didn't talk to her. She knew my brother and I knew hers. Wasn't a fan of his but I knew that he had a sister. She and I are watching fireworks when all of a sudden there's this huge flood. Like, the water just comes out of nowhere and me and Stacy start running.

Dante And His Weird Dreams 2

I recently posted about the first crazy ass reoccurring dream I had that involved racecar shoes and a knife wielding monkey that killed my father. This other one that happened way too many times involved me and Apache Chief from the Super Friends cartoon. Why? I don’t know! It just did.

I don’t even like the character of Apache Chief. He grows. That’s it. You know what? I can grow too! In my pants. So anyhoot, in this dream I have the feeling that me and Chiefy (that’s my cool nickname for him) are cool with one another. I felt like we were friends. Like we bonded. He could tell that my grandmother’s were Native American’s and felt a sense of kinship with me.

Dante And His Weird Dreams

When I was a kid I had some strange ass dreams. They were far more vivid than the ones I have now. I recently had one that involved pirates, a hovercraft, and my best friend. That was a cool ass dream. But when I was a youth there were two dreams that fucked my head up something fierce.

Now with this first one I’m gonna talk about is one I had so many times and each time I woke up freaking the hell out and burying my head in a pillow. In hindsight the dreams aren’t even scary. Its actually really goofy. It involves a monkey and shoes with wheels. Yeah.

Strange Dreams...

I had the weirdest dreams the past few days. Wednesday night I had a dream that some guy who was a combination of every dude I ever hated was combined to make some kinda super asshole. We fought in some desert setting. It looked like where they hide alien projects or something.

It was an epic battle. I rarely use that word: epic. But it was. No matter what I did this bastard would not die. I’m pretty sure some animation was thrown in there at some point. I woke up all kinds of confused. Last night my dream was even stranger.

I was riding shotgun with some Black dude that looked kinda like the one that created the Terminator (not James Cameron but the guy in the movie that dies really well on film). We were riding along this, surprise!, desert road and he said something to upset me. We got into an argument and he jumped out of the truck. I followed him to the back of the truck and something weird was written on the back.

“ALLS WE HAVE IS ALL DON’T WALKZ DAT WALK LEST YA GOT DEMZ FEETZ.”

I was like what the hell is this nonsense? I knew it was a dream. But its impossible to read in dreams. I was trying to decipher what the hell this quote meant. Maybe its something religious. Maybe its just my brain fucking with me. Who knows? I’ll try and figure it out eventually.

Rockets.